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Feb 2014
My heart beats too slow
My blood runs too deep
There's always something wrong with me

In every story I've ever been, I ******* annihilated everyone I've ever known.
I fell in love with the devil, but I broke his heart, and he let me go.

Beauty does not stop the hand that pulls the flower from it's roots.
Taylor Ann Farrell
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Taylor Ann Farrell  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
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   James Jarrett
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