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Jun 2015
I can't talk to you in fear that you are like Them.
We **** and you leave kiss marks on my blades but that's the closet I get.
I could lie in bed with you all day
I could lay in bed with you all day
I so badly want this but I'm choking on my own brain, and I don't know how to spit it out.
My eyes burn
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My eyes burn  Seattle.
(Seattle.)   
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     ᴋᴀʏ, BlackCat, NV, B and Tommy Jackson
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