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Oct 2014
on my way to your house
i cant breathe; im close to death
on my way home again
i am alive
seeing your face, my heart nearly gives
but when my face is sitting sideways
on your chest
the world stops
and my breathing is slowed
without the pain
i just want to stay
snarkysparkles
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snarkysparkles  19/F
(19/F)   
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   Ellie Shelley and ---
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