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my fingertips itch for something iknow i'm not supposed to want to have. it's within my grasp, i can feel my veins rising to the surface of my skin because my body wants what my brain won't allow it. blood boils better under pressure and i can't come up for air soon enough. do as i say not as i do.
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Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 12:54 PM UTC
the bends
my fingertips itch for something iknow i'm not supposed to want to have. it's within my grasp, i can feel my veins rising to the surface of my skin because my body wants what my brain won't allow it. blood boils better under pressure and i can't come up for air soon enough. do as i say not as i do.
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Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 12:54 PM UTC
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