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May 2014
You drowned the weeds growing in my brain so that I can think clearly,  and as you kiss me it feels like you're planting roses in my veins so that I can get up in the morning, what happens when you no longer pluck the weeds from my brain,  and it becomes over grown with thoughts so loud I can't leave my room and you drown all of the roses you planted in my veins.
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BH
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