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It's midnight and my tear stained cheeks might as well be canyons carved by rivers and it takes all of me to not want to rip my beating heart out.
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
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It's midnight and my tear stained cheeks might as well be canyons carved by rivers and it takes all of me to not want to rip my beating heart out.
Azureskylines
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
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