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Aug 2016
My heart's not for hire,
I'm dying from desire
to hold you close
before I break down,
break apart,
Be my anchor,
don't let me drown
Let's stay here,
Let's just breathe,
You're the grenade,
but you're my grenade, and
I'm exposing myself to you.
Crimsyy
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Crimsyy  17/F/In my mind
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