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The clippers on my wrist The crevasses in my skin Only few flooded blood (I was careful, I made sure) The burning of peroxide is No substitute for your kind words (Saved for them, I, Jealousy)
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
Peroxide Bible
The clippers on my wrist The crevasses in my skin Only few flooded blood (I was careful, I made sure) The burning of peroxide is No substitute for your kind words (Saved for them, I, Jealousy)
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
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