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Anger, Sorrow, Happiness, Jealousy Gears of my personality Rotating in the commotion Shifts in  the air making it hard to breathe Leaving should be easy but Makes me queasy Felt the warmth radiate off you, Hands touching the skin on my cheek, Your voice vibrating through my body "YOUR MY ***** The thought of him makes me itch
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
Midnight Memories
Anger, Sorrow, Happiness, Jealousy Gears of my personality Rotating in the commotion Shifts in  the air making it hard to breathe Leaving should be easy but Makes me queasy Felt the warmth radiate off you, Hands touching the skin on my cheek, Your voice vibrating through my body "YOUR MY ***** The thought of him makes me itch
ToniSweet
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
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