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Nov 2014
dripping in my own self-pity
don't you think i look so pretty
wondering this big empty city
trying to think of something witty*

what    are    the    right    words    to    make    you   love   me
words   are   all   i   have   to   give,   oh   can't   you   see
i'm  sending  you  every  syllable  i  can  think  of
i'll give you anything, in the name of love
I feel like I'm this endless loop of pathetic.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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   Grace Pickard
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