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it's 12:40 in the morning my head is pounding my chest hurts it's hard to breathe and all I can think about is having your skin pressed up against mine (w.n.)
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
December 28, 2014 - 12:40am
it's 12:40 in the morning my head is pounding my chest hurts it's hard to breathe and all I can think about is having your skin pressed up against mine (w.n.)
#him#skin#missing#ramblings#morning#december
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
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