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Sep 2015
If
If your fingertips could heal scratches
If your mouth could heal bruises
If your fat could heal my heart
I never would have left
You to deal with my dad
Even if I had more to be afraid of
Despite what you thought
He wouldn't have killed you
I wish you wouldn't be such a **** now
And go back to healing instead of hurting
This was bad
Ellie the heartache
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Ellie the heartache  Maine
(Maine)   
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   Gaffer, --- and Keva Minus
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