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im warm and its cold and i don't even want to think on the way your stealthily soft breath felt near my ear i want you out out, out, please get out of my head i cant seem to get these hallucinations of you from behind my eyes and it makes me feel so weak and i hate weakness, hate it, hate it, you make me weak you fiend.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
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im warm and its cold and i don't even want to think on the way your stealthily soft breath felt near my ear i want you out out, out, please get out of my head i cant seem to get these hallucinations of you from behind my eyes and it makes me feel so weak and i hate weakness, hate it, hate it, you make me weak you fiend.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
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