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Aug 2018
There's one thing I'm scared of. It creeps around in my veins ..at night it crawls into my rib cage and makes a nest, only to colour my cheeks a bright red the next morning. It makes the birds outside my window look like they're winking at me ..and the clouds become more artsy than should be allowed. There are some of you that welcome it...you call it love...I call it my bane....poison. noah_arkenswagg
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NoahArkenswagg  25/M
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