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Dec 2013
Deep breath, forget, hate sets before bed, and lays a scar, on my arm, of everything that had went wrong. Don't worry, stay strong at long last the days gone. Safe now, in your head, hate sets before bed.
EphemeralLikeGold
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EphemeralLikeGold  23/M
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   GaryFairy
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