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*I've often heard people speak about the sting of tear-burnt cheeks. The taste of their salty exit on bitten, nervous lips. Rarely, have I heard them admit how hard it is to swallow the same tears before they even reach the surface. I've consumed so much of my own, I have become the salty roaring tide.*
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
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*I've often heard people speak about the sting of tear-burnt cheeks. The taste of their salty exit on bitten, nervous lips. Rarely, have I heard them admit how hard it is to swallow the same tears before they even reach the surface. I've consumed so much of my own, I have become the salty roaring tide.*
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
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