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Sep 2014
Wax
Sometimes I wonder who actually cares
And then I laugh at myself bitterly
Because if I don't give a ****
I have no right
No right
To ask you to care
So I'll just hold my wax
Up to this candle
And melt away
Until I'm no longer recognizable
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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