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I Hate Leeches. They are just a little too sneaky for my blood. I never notice them till i feel that raw irritation on my body, that sudden sense of loss I never can seem to get rid of.   I try and look for before that sensation happens, but they wear these little disguises called friendships.   I Hate Leeches. they creep on my arteries so easily, I rip them out, but their sharp little suckers tear my skin. No matter what, leeches always have me bleed out.
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Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
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I Hate Leeches. They are just a little too sneaky for my blood. I never notice them till i feel that raw irritation on my body, that sudden sense of loss I never can seem to get rid of.   I try and look for before that sensation happens, but they wear these little disguises called friendships.   I Hate Leeches. they creep on my arteries so easily, I rip them out, but their sharp little suckers tear my skin. No matter what, leeches always have me bleed out.
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Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
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