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heed the pitcher of behavior mind the contents of your cup do not censor my books cut your concern do not strip me or lock me away if you do not like my armor stop thrashing at me and remember one thing you created this your own perfect enemy do not scream at my callouses stop letting me hit the ground when I fall next to you it really is that simple
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC
true contents of cups
heed the pitcher of behavior mind the contents of your cup do not censor my books cut your concern do not strip me or lock me away if you do not like my armor stop thrashing at me and remember one thing you created this your own perfect enemy do not scream at my callouses stop letting me hit the ground when I fall next to you it really is that simple
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Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC
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