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Mar 2014
We bleed just to know we’re a live,
We get hurt for the ones we love.
With our heads in our dreams,
Will never know what’s real.
Tired of the words that hang above our heads,
Which all just create scars in our heads.
(i.d)
xoirene
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xoirene
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   --- and talili
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