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The nail biting evolves into a psychosis well hidden behind closed teeth Those gentle wrestler arms no longer cradle your giggling form And the woman who gave you life is now fighting death.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
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The nail biting evolves into a psychosis well hidden behind closed teeth Those gentle wrestler arms no longer cradle your giggling form And the woman who gave you life is now fighting death.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
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