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May 2016
I'll sneak around as much as I have to
I'll break my back and bury my bones in the backyard
So long as yours are buried there too.
When I was a kid I thought love was this empty thing
I'm letting the words come to my page as quickly as I think them
Not pausing to be rational
Or plan my escape like I always do
I don't freaking want to go anywhere
I want to freaking be with you
ren
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ren  20/F
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