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I want to tell you everything. Everything there is to know about me. About how I ran from the highest hill down to feel the air push me behind. Once I bent down before God and asked Him to give me death over happiness. I used to believe that dust was nothing but dead memories fallen away from us. I will tell you everything. If only you asked. Because I want to. I want to give you a piece of my mind. I want you to get inside the mind that controls this melancholy body. I want you to get inside the chambers of my heart and wrest dark secrets from its broken symphonies. Fix it. You? I will tell you anything.
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
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I want to tell you everything. Everything there is to know about me. About how I ran from the highest hill down to feel the air push me behind. Once I bent down before God and asked Him to give me death over happiness. I used to believe that dust was nothing but dead memories fallen away from us. I will tell you everything. If only you asked. Because I want to. I want to give you a piece of my mind. I want you to get inside the mind that controls this melancholy body. I want you to get inside the chambers of my heart and wrest dark secrets from its broken symphonies. Fix it. You? I will tell you anything.
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
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