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I've woken up every morning with bruised knees, swollen lips, and a picture of you burned into my skull. But never a memory explaining. I guess it's irony, because you left me, on the floor with bruised knees, swollen lips, and an unforgettable scene, without explaining. (a.b)
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
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I've woken up every morning with bruised knees, swollen lips, and a picture of you burned into my skull. But never a memory explaining. I guess it's irony, because you left me, on the floor with bruised knees, swollen lips, and an unforgettable scene, without explaining. (a.b)
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
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