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my hands are slowly touching my flaws its time to make a change i've been telling myself since i remember myself the sames mistakes over and over another dish in the garbage can another red mark on my skin another sleepless night you were the only person to make me right what the **** happened?
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
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my hands are slowly touching my flaws its time to make a change i've been telling myself since i remember myself the sames mistakes over and over another dish in the garbage can another red mark on my skin another sleepless night you were the only person to make me right what the **** happened?
nepenthes
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
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