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Feb 2015
Stop treating me like I'm the cut on your wrist your sweater just barely covers.
I am so sick of being something your ashamed of.
Your secret, your mistake.
But you know as well as I do that the guiltiest of pleasures are the most rewarding.
Maybe that's why you keep ending up back in my bed
And maybe that's why I keep letting you.
Dust Bowl
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Dust Bowl
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       NuBlaccSoul, Tee Beverly, unknown, ---, ZA and 4 others
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