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Everything I touch turns dust Maybe I ask for too much Or maybe it's just that I deserve to be at loss. In the end, it's always a lesson learned Or a chance to gain more than I thought I could. I might loose things Or be blamed for letting them fade But I have no room for regret Or time for I wish I hads. You can hold it against me You can give me all your ***** looks I promise to hold on to them As a reminder that I'm better off.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
Dusty
Everything I touch turns dust Maybe I ask for too much Or maybe it's just that I deserve to be at loss. In the end, it's always a lesson learned Or a chance to gain more than I thought I could. I might loose things Or be blamed for letting them fade But I have no room for regret Or time for I wish I hads. You can hold it against me You can give me all your ***** looks I promise to hold on to them As a reminder that I'm better off.
vanessawormuth
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
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