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Jun 2014
s.
your words are marks on my skin
i cant get rid of no matter how hard i try to cut them out
sometimes, i wish i never met you
then others, i'm glad i did
i wouldn't know i could feel this much if it weren't for you
but the only times you've ever kissed me and meant it
were when your mouth was full of gun powder
and you blew my ******* jaw off
i now spend all my nights crying tears that don't belong to me
circus clown
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circus clown  TX
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   caroline, Megan Grace and Marigold
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