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you're wrong she is not understanding she is of gigantic question marks and she sleeps on a bone-numbing hard mattress of whys she is in the sweat-breaking comfort of her lover's hold but she never told anyone how she made a commitment with a what ifs two years ago you're very wrong she is neither calm or kind you can't really call a crying hurricane a calm and kind thing her facade is smiling with a turbulent anger but never to anyone, only her own and she never leaves anyone's home without a gentle au revoir but her room is just an empty, vacant loony bin you can't really call a ghost a living thing
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
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you're wrong she is not understanding she is of gigantic question marks and she sleeps on a bone-numbing hard mattress of whys she is in the sweat-breaking comfort of her lover's hold but she never told anyone how she made a commitment with a what ifs two years ago you're very wrong she is neither calm or kind you can't really call a crying hurricane a calm and kind thing her facade is smiling with a turbulent anger but never to anyone, only her own and she never leaves anyone's home without a gentle au revoir but her room is just an empty, vacant loony bin you can't really call a ghost a living thing
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
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