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Nov 2014
I'm afraid that if someone were to put a knife to my skin and cut open, all that would erupt from my veins is your name, tucked neatly into the corners, so no one could know how fervently I love you. Even though you're all that is keeping me alive, at times youre all that I think will be the death of me.
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Emmy  chicago
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