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There goes that boy that misses every detail you are, and yet you murmur about how you're an overly rusted bike in an abandoned parking lot He waits on you, he washes your dishes right after you finish your plate of self hatred and he replaces them with the words you are way stronger than you believe yourself to be and he writes casual love notes on the palms of your hands because he knows that you secretly depend on words to make it another day- But every time he wipes your bloodied war face and pounds the salt from the tears on your eyes with you're unique, you're wonderful, you're lovely you think he's wants something, *** a hook up, what you dish out to the boys with the overused pick up lines like an ice cream truck in mid July but darling, he really means it this time he likes you, sorta
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
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There goes that boy that misses every detail you are, and yet you murmur about how you're an overly rusted bike in an abandoned parking lot He waits on you, he washes your dishes right after you finish your plate of self hatred and he replaces them with the words you are way stronger than you believe yourself to be and he writes casual love notes on the palms of your hands because he knows that you secretly depend on words to make it another day- But every time he wipes your bloodied war face and pounds the salt from the tears on your eyes with you're unique, you're wonderful, you're lovely you think he's wants something, *** a hook up, what you dish out to the boys with the overused pick up lines like an ice cream truck in mid July but darling, he really means it this time he likes you, sorta
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
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