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It makes my skin crawl But my eyes still tear up when I hear it I have rage when I read it on paper But I love saying it in my head It’s burned a hole in my memory I can’t help but to love, Your name
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC
Your Name
It makes my skin crawl But my eyes still tear up when I hear it I have rage when I read it on paper But I love saying it in my head It’s burned a hole in my memory I can’t help but to love, Your name
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC
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