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Dec 2018
"You'll bleed for those kisses
And wonder why you're so pale."

Every last drop
till you're shaking and frail

Just to feel those lips
You'd die countless times

Living doesn't mean a thing
If you can't feel alive

And the only thing that stirs my soul
Is your  presence

As my addiction for your love grows
My will to fight this lessens
this is me adding onto William Maxwell's #1
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  22/F/i'm not really sure
(22/F/i'm not really sure)   
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