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I'm suffocating in a old classroom because I have a chalkboard covered with equations of me trying to figure out *Who the **** You're talking To Like that* Weak I was but I'm strong know Mind and body and my fist have an itch that can only be soothed by burying them in your face ***** This heart that never intends harm is calling for ARMS
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
Chalk Dust
I'm suffocating in a old classroom because I have a chalkboard covered with equations of me trying to figure out *Who the **** You're talking To Like that* Weak I was but I'm strong know Mind and body and my fist have an itch that can only be soothed by burying them in your face ***** This heart that never intends harm is calling for ARMS
hopeless-coward
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
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