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Blue eyed secret keeper He held me and was still my reaper Tequila scythed, taking life with needy fever I wanted you to love me. but the broken cannot see. It's turns out that love is not the only thing I need.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
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Blue eyed secret keeper He held me and was still my reaper Tequila scythed, taking life with needy fever I wanted you to love me. but the broken cannot see. It's turns out that love is not the only thing I need.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
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