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Always looking for a mess. Two doubles, four causes of trouble. One never knew how to step out of her bubble. Collectible memories gazed upon by the heavens. We missed each other's presence, minds, and laughter. But with our broken teeth and messed up heads, we split up and ******* up. Slowly still trudging through the rain, some climbed over the mountains, but I'm still on the polar side. A racket of only true desire and passion, but I stayed and never let myself go. So, I cry here alone, still sober, but soulless.
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
Sour Patch Kids
Always looking for a mess. Two doubles, four causes of trouble. One never knew how to step out of her bubble. Collectible memories gazed upon by the heavens. We missed each other's presence, minds, and laughter. But with our broken teeth and messed up heads, we split up and ******* up. Slowly still trudging through the rain, some climbed over the mountains, but I'm still on the polar side. A racket of only true desire and passion, but I stayed and never let myself go. So, I cry here alone, still sober, but soulless.
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
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