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Feb 2014
starve myself until I'm thin like her, maybe then, you'll wanna be with me even more.

tear my skin and let the blood run out, unlike my love, yours always was full with doubt

cut my hair piece by piece, cover up my face so you don't see the heart break underneath.
McKenna Christine
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McKenna Christine  25/United States
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