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when I think about the story of you, a small dimpled child growing up to be a poisoned soul, i think about the days when your veins were not pumped with sadness and pain
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
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when I think about the story of you, a small dimpled child growing up to be a poisoned soul, i think about the days when your veins were not pumped with sadness and pain
missing my cousin more than anything in the world
klaudia-e
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Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
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