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sometimes it hurts so much that dull ache turns sharp heart-breaKer **** taker ***** make her crawl on her kNees to get to you tear away her skin and make her sin, for you love hurts, after all in its twisted Games OF placing the blame it's all on her heart- break her til Her bones snap and she falls flat Enough for you to walk over her fragile frame whose fault to blame? when we all play love by its unruled chart and try to create Art where words can't be spoken hearts will be bRoken he'll Take her there where alls fair- in love and war she can't take anymore but her Silence is golden
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
king of hearts.
sometimes it hurts so much that dull ache turns sharp heart-breaKer **** taker ***** make her crawl on her kNees to get to you tear away her skin and make her sin, for you love hurts, after all in its twisted Games OF placing the blame it's all on her heart- break her til Her bones snap and she falls flat Enough for you to walk over her fragile frame whose fault to blame? when we all play love by its unruled chart and try to create Art where words can't be spoken hearts will be bRoken he'll Take her there where alls fair- in love and war she can't take anymore but her Silence is golden
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Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
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