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THERE'S BLOOD ON MY HANDS AND I DON'T KNOW IF ITS YOURS OR MINE BUT THE PAIN IN MY CHEST MAKES ME FEEL LIKE IT'S THE LATTER. OR MAYBE THAT'S JUST FROM WHEN YOU LEFT ME. I'M NOT REALLY SURE BECAUSE STAB WOUNDS AND HEARTACHE ARE STARTING TO FEEL THE SAME TO ME NOW.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
Motel Room Confessions
THERE'S BLOOD ON MY HANDS AND I DON'T KNOW IF ITS YOURS OR MINE BUT THE PAIN IN MY CHEST MAKES ME FEEL LIKE IT'S THE LATTER. OR MAYBE THAT'S JUST FROM WHEN YOU LEFT ME. I'M NOT REALLY SURE BECAUSE STAB WOUNDS AND HEARTACHE ARE STARTING TO FEEL THE SAME TO ME NOW.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
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