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I can still smell the moonshine on my skin, no matter how hard I scrub it off. I can still see your smile no matter how hard I shut my eyes. You are everything I should want. You are everything I should reach across the sheets for at night. And at this point, I dont think even god knows why, but you aren't.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
misguided 'truths'
I can still smell the moonshine on my skin, no matter how hard I scrub it off. I can still see your smile no matter how hard I shut my eyes. You are everything I should want. You are everything I should reach across the sheets for at night. And at this point, I dont think even god knows why, but you aren't.
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
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