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Jul 2017
straddling between heaven and hell
stood a tall figure - face sewn into a smile
he looked at me as chills danced down my spine
flummoxed, he told me
i'm taking you tonight
tonight, i wanted to die, just like he did, what was the point of being without him ?
misty
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misty  17/F/lancaster
(17/F/lancaster)   
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     --- and Madeon
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