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Last night, I got kisses. They weren't sweet kisses, They weren't soft kisses. They were sharp kisses, They were swift kisses. They were the kind of kisses that leave marks. They were the kind of kisses that sting. They were peppering kisses, They were lightning kisses. They were biting kisses, They were a blade's kisses. They were the kinds of kisses I regret. They were the kinds of kisses that sting for days. They were silver kisses, They turned into red kisses. They weren't my first kisses, They weren't my last kisses. Last night, I got kisses.
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
Sharp Kisses
Last night, I got kisses. They weren't sweet kisses, They weren't soft kisses. They were sharp kisses, They were swift kisses. They were the kind of kisses that leave marks. They were the kind of kisses that sting. They were peppering kisses, They were lightning kisses. They were biting kisses, They were a blade's kisses. They were the kinds of kisses I regret. They were the kinds of kisses that sting for days. They were silver kisses, They turned into red kisses. They weren't my first kisses, They weren't my last kisses. Last night, I got kisses.
to tell the truth, i'm actually really fricking proud of this.
#kisses#selfharm#scars#cuts#blades#sharp#swift#marks
cantbelieveitsnotbutter
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cantbelieveitsnotbutter
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
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