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He is not the cause of my pain I am the artisan of my suffering However He is the love dealer who gave me The needles I use to puncture my skin If only you didn't let me bleed Would you tear my flesh apart Or would you Fix me With little bandages on my punctured soul?
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May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
Acupuncture
He is not the cause of my pain I am the artisan of my suffering However He is the love dealer who gave me The needles I use to puncture my skin If only you didn't let me bleed Would you tear my flesh apart Or would you Fix me With little bandages on my punctured soul?
#love#hurt
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turnoffthelights
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
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