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Nov 2012
So know you know...
My walls are down,
My scars are open.
When you look into my eyes,
They're not diamonds,
They're knives.
I still melt,
But out of pure fear.
I'm afraid of what you think of me.
I'm vulnerable.
And you know.
amt
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amt  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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   sassybutsweet and MKJ
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