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Criticism is validating Your love is a choke hold A marriage committed to my compromise Generic mending Each strand of bronzed chunk, represented a vow you gave me The scissors cold and bare, cutting it away from my body Swept into the nearest waste facility   I was invested until the end Dying with you was never scary I now degrade, picking scraps off picture frame edgings Look at us so happy Lusted objectifying could qualify as the new I do Well, we didn't make it to 80 not even 32 Congratulations to your selfish needs buddy I hope you finally find you Here take this ring, it doesn't fit me
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
I'll drink to that
Criticism is validating Your love is a choke hold A marriage committed to my compromise Generic mending Each strand of bronzed chunk, represented a vow you gave me The scissors cold and bare, cutting it away from my body Swept into the nearest waste facility   I was invested until the end Dying with you was never scary I now degrade, picking scraps off picture frame edgings Look at us so happy Lusted objectifying could qualify as the new I do Well, we didn't make it to 80 not even 32 Congratulations to your selfish needs buddy I hope you finally find you Here take this ring, it doesn't fit me
Karajean
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
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