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Puddles of *** and self reflection

I want him  like a frozen stick of butter wants a hot knife...

Cut into me, leaving a salty trail of melted **** in his wake...

 

Every hard part of me begs this release,

break me down,

free me from ****** little store bought boxes

I was never meant to fit in.

 

I was never meant to fit in.

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Mar 16, 2015
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