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I can't help but let everything pour out, rise up out of my soul, leaving a bitter taste of what I should have said or maybe what I shouldn't have
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
bulimic with words
I can't help but let everything pour out, rise up out of my soul, leaving a bitter taste of what I should have said or maybe what I shouldn't have
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
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