Feb 2015
I SIT HERE AND THINK
OF ALL THE THINGS I
COULD START TO MISS ABOUT
YOU AND
THEN I REMEMBER
YOU RIPPED MY ******* HEART OUT
AND GAVE IT TO HER
OF ALL THE THINGS I
COULD START TO MISS ABOUT
YOU AND
THEN I REMEMBER
YOU RIPPED MY ******* HEART OUT
AND GAVE IT TO HER
(far from home)
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