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I guess i'm not sleeping tonight. My mind is racing about thoughts of you. You, fucking you. What is so fucking great about you? What attracts me to you? Is it the way that you don't give a shit about anyone? or how you put the cigarette between your lips, and let the smoke fall out? You're not worth my thoughts. You've fucked me over way too many times. You're a twat, a fag, my fucking love. God I wish I could get you off my mind for good.
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Jan 13, 2015
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