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Jun 2014
flowers
ripping out the flowers in my chest as if they were weeds because they don't do me any good now considering you left and they're the ones you planted in me
McKenna Christine
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McKenna Christine  25/United States
(25/United States)   
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   pluie d'ÊtÊ
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