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thrown to the depths of my heart, im sorry... im sorry i couldn't find your morning kisses from droopy eyes and tangled hands in the ocean of white sheets im sorry i will never know what you're afraid of what you value most in this world and bring it to you the reasons why you love and the reasons why you hate i can't recreate your kisses and thats putting nails all over my skin and bleeding out slowly   i can't touch you anymore and thats burning my hands to ashes i cant put them back together, ash doesn't like the new structure   you wait for the right one and when the right one shows up you feel the need to run. Forrest cant beat me, i got him.
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
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thrown to the depths of my heart, im sorry... im sorry i couldn't find your morning kisses from droopy eyes and tangled hands in the ocean of white sheets im sorry i will never know what you're afraid of what you value most in this world and bring it to you the reasons why you love and the reasons why you hate i can't recreate your kisses and thats putting nails all over my skin and bleeding out slowly   i can't touch you anymore and thats burning my hands to ashes i cant put them back together, ash doesn't like the new structure   you wait for the right one and when the right one shows up you feel the need to run. Forrest cant beat me, i got him.
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
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