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Nov 2014
I'm waiting for the moment when your lips taste like sugar again
When the scabs on my lips heal
The ones you left when we were on fire

I'm waiting for the moment when you let me breathe again
When I hate you again
So much that I fall back in the flames
One Of The Tired Souls
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One Of The Tired Souls  25/F/Colorado
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