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Sep 2014
When I grab at my neck
You are the only one
Who knows what it means
You know to say stop
To hold me
To hug me
You stopped telling me to stop.
You stopped giving a ****, so I did too.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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     WickedHope, JD and Layla Thurman
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