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Aug 2013
Your lips are calloused
from smoking that entire pack of cigarettes

My liver is screaming
from all of that alcohol

My hair is grown now
almost to my shoulders in the back
if i pull on it

Maybe it was time for a change
*or maybe I'm just changing so the old me doesn't have to miss you
Violet Hooper
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Violet Hooper  Everywhere
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