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don't ever go up against my heartlessness; you'll lose every time. I lost every time that I tried to be anything real, anything substantial I'm a ghost and I know this I'm a ******* shadow and all I can do is follow something real pretending to be something real but when it comes down to it you can't hold my hand, you can't hold me I'm baby's favorite flight risk I'm america's sweetest poltergeist screaming and stomping around like a child who didn't get her way and now she's all fire and blood all messes no one can clean up she's a fallen angel, her blast radius is her halo and she'll drag you down with her any **** day.
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
Glittering Angel, Your Eyes Look Gold When You Cry
don't ever go up against my heartlessness; you'll lose every time. I lost every time that I tried to be anything real, anything substantial I'm a ghost and I know this I'm a ******* shadow and all I can do is follow something real pretending to be something real but when it comes down to it you can't hold my hand, you can't hold me I'm baby's favorite flight risk I'm america's sweetest poltergeist screaming and stomping around like a child who didn't get her way and now she's all fire and blood all messes no one can clean up she's a fallen angel, her blast radius is her halo and she'll drag you down with her any **** day.
claire-rose
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
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