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you said I love you the way a patron would agree to a refill And I nearly gagged on the dinner i hadn't eaten I would've preferred you throwing me to the ground and punching stars into my eyes that way at least your knuckles would feel something
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
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you said I love you the way a patron would agree to a refill And I nearly gagged on the dinner i hadn't eaten I would've preferred you throwing me to the ground and punching stars into my eyes that way at least your knuckles would feel something
I still wonder why history repeats itself.
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
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