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Oct 2017
You reached down and said "lover! lend me your hand! let me make you well again!" but I don't want another one of your opportunities. Frankly, I'm sick of living on my ******* knees. I've decided to wait and see what chaos brings for me.


((I've learned to count the cuts, now let me cut you open and count the rings))
Anthem
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Anthem
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   ---, FraisDeLaFerme and TSPoetry
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