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I realize that they look awful my fingers and thumbs my fingers and thumbs nine and a half or ten all the same (sun moon stars rain) ****** and angry they stare up at me and I view their destruction of my own volition I didn't used to do this but then they left and left and left and now I pick and pick and pick my mom prays the rosary when she feels like this ten strands then one verse ten strands then one verse I pray with my fingers and offer it up and offer it all a private ****** sacrifice, privy to me I didn't used to do this but even that's not true, I didn't do this until I'd met you. I pray with my fingers and offer it all, and savor the blood and the feel of the fall.
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
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I realize that they look awful my fingers and thumbs my fingers and thumbs nine and a half or ten all the same (sun moon stars rain) ****** and angry they stare up at me and I view their destruction of my own volition I didn't used to do this but then they left and left and left and now I pick and pick and pick my mom prays the rosary when she feels like this ten strands then one verse ten strands then one verse I pray with my fingers and offer it up and offer it all a private ****** sacrifice, privy to me I didn't used to do this but even that's not true, I didn't do this until I'd met you. I pray with my fingers and offer it all, and savor the blood and the feel of the fall.
therisingstar
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
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