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I'm the oil in your purified water. A waste in your pretty beach of broken seashells. You're so so pretty with the natural organic lipstick of bulshit you wear. What happened to us? I want you away more than I want you close. I was the green bubblegum under your shoes. The forgotten toy you said you loved, but always lost. I guess I'm just sick of it, but it always seems to be my fault.
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
Best friend
I'm the oil in your purified water. A waste in your pretty beach of broken seashells. You're so so pretty with the natural organic lipstick of bulshit you wear. What happened to us? I want you away more than I want you close. I was the green bubblegum under your shoes. The forgotten toy you said you loved, but always lost. I guess I'm just sick of it, but it always seems to be my fault.
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Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
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