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Jul 2016
Cut my heart out of my chest
I don't want to feel it ache
I'm so sick of being in love
You have me all bent out of shape
Burn up my body and bury my ashes somewhere with a fruit bearing tree
So I can finally be something with more use and worth than Me
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
(23/FTM/NC)   
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