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Even after all this time, I carry the hurt to know I am fine. Bleed me, It isn't my blood that Keeps me alive. It's knowing that somehow you still care, Even after all this time.
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
Blood of a Stone
Even after all this time, I carry the hurt to know I am fine. Bleed me, It isn't my blood that Keeps me alive. It's knowing that somehow you still care, Even after all this time.
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC
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