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Aug 2014
Bury the hurt deep in the ground
Peel off the excess, weighing us down
I think too much; you drink too much
It's not enough if it's not a touch...

Here goes my shirt, I always thought it was nice
The one he bought me for a scanty price

She used to wear yours all the time.

Lost in the sway of the night
Stripping down, leave it behind
You feel like a soldier; I'm feeling bolder
Just a few miles closer and a little bit older...

Farewell to these worn down jeans
That used to bring him down to his knees

You wore yours when you gave up those keys.

Show me a little, come undone
I see your bet; the night is young
And I raise to you my glass
Praising, praying I won't look back...

Here's to the red I brought beneath me
His favorite color and it's all I see

Hers was blue; but your eyes are green.

Burn the ******* clothes
We can stay like this forever.
krissie
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krissie  24/F/south carolina
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