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the tips of my fingers bleed sore feet crack beneath me there is no one holding on iron trees everything you love so dearly the tips of my fingers bleed out i am hurting and there is no one holding on

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Dec 1, 2015

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Tags: #love #angel #bleed #blood #fingers #trees #tired #sore #hurting #holdingon

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