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12/16/06 1:25 AM I'm still in your bed out of breath with beads of sweat you put on my forehead your face on my neck I'm still not ready to forget remembering those three words that I know you said with all my shyness shed and the **** going straight to my head every second spent another braincell dead so I'll make another bet and not help but regret that I never would let you in and I still won't let you in because you're my favorite sin too early to stop too late to begin.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
M is for Move On
12/16/06 1:25 AM I'm still in your bed out of breath with beads of sweat you put on my forehead your face on my neck I'm still not ready to forget remembering those three words that I know you said with all my shyness shed and the **** going straight to my head every second spent another braincell dead so I'll make another bet and not help but regret that I never would let you in and I still won't let you in because you're my favorite sin too early to stop too late to begin.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
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