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you've a childish touch a stroke of imagination your words will not make sense to me but i will overlook my suspicions your death is not real because you were never real baby, you were never alive but i still see you everywhere laughing and drinking with me every shot of whiskey i took alone send me love from wherever from whatever ghost you came from to haunt this broken mind you've childish blood in you my dear, i've lost my venereal scent and it's witless of me to be so cruel and deny your existence
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
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you've a childish touch a stroke of imagination your words will not make sense to me but i will overlook my suspicions your death is not real because you were never real baby, you were never alive but i still see you everywhere laughing and drinking with me every shot of whiskey i took alone send me love from wherever from whatever ghost you came from to haunt this broken mind you've childish blood in you my dear, i've lost my venereal scent and it's witless of me to be so cruel and deny your existence
erica9
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 10:56 AM UTC
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