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Sharp words he spoke cut sharp as a blade Slicing through my chest I turn away Sweet and soft slowly morphed into this Simple treasures lost Once found in this mess
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
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Sharp words he spoke cut sharp as a blade Slicing through my chest I turn away Sweet and soft slowly morphed into this Simple treasures lost Once found in this mess
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ghost-kayla
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
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