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Feb 15
Laying on my gurny and I can't see my hands my tongue tastes like salt and with every heartbeat White Walls scream it's my fault.
I'm sorry,
I'm so so sorry. For the dripping lime Forest I forced down your throat, you can cough it up now and I'll leave you alone.
I love the fact that you say your coming back, ___ and hate the fact that you said you would stay.
Toast Ghost
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Toast Ghost  16/F/~Wonderland~
(16/F/~Wonderland~)   
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       alupa, Samael, ---, Autumn breeze and Javeria
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