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*Do you ever feel like you're crumbling down the middle? The cracks don't show, But with insects you're riddled. Tiny little bed bugs eating your insides, Perhaps they too are done with all your lies. And now they've come back, to eat you *alive.
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
Bed Bug Revenge
*Do you ever feel like you're crumbling down the middle? The cracks don't show, But with insects you're riddled. Tiny little bed bugs eating your insides, Perhaps they too are done with all your lies. And now they've come back, to eat you *alive.
The things we say come back to bite us eventually.
Lost-And-Found
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
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