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Nerves scrambled. Whisk whisk. Always the fool, When I take a risk. Hating heavy, But hurting more. What will be, When you’re next door? What the **** your problem is? You don’t know her, never did. Wreck this fantasy. It does not exist. Tear out your heart. That giant cyst. I know, crazy. A bit of a twist. Maybe I, Exaggerated a bit?
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Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 3:31 PM UTC
Do I Really Feel Like This?
Nerves scrambled. Whisk whisk. Always the fool, When I take a risk. Hating heavy, But hurting more. What will be, When you’re next door? What the **** your problem is? You don’t know her, never did. Wreck this fantasy. It does not exist. Tear out your heart. That giant cyst. I know, crazy. A bit of a twist. Maybe I, Exaggerated a bit?
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Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 3:31 PM UTC
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