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He will rip your skin from your bones like his favorite ripped jeans, and leave  until you faded And stuck you up on his cabinet, like you were just an old cloth-- used when needed so.
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
Ripped
He will rip your skin from your bones like his favorite ripped jeans, and leave  until you faded And stuck you up on his cabinet, like you were just an old cloth-- used when needed so.
Scarlette
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
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