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. *On a night where your teeth left indents on my soul, I let the peak of my love ***** out the moon. In the dark I'm pretty sure there are black needles, poised at my throat. You're not a dog of war, It never suited you anyways. But this means I cannot call you My Wolf Girl. Oh no you see, I am an outcast in the brewing of a ****** I'm sorry. I'm coming home, Addison. Being lost isn't so hard after all when I can't make out the letters on your tomb.* ***It's alright. I don't belong here. But patience is all I have left now.*** .
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
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. *On a night where your teeth left indents on my soul, I let the peak of my love ***** out the moon. In the dark I'm pretty sure there are black needles, poised at my throat. You're not a dog of war, It never suited you anyways. But this means I cannot call you My Wolf Girl. Oh no you see, I am an outcast in the brewing of a ****** I'm sorry. I'm coming home, Addison. Being lost isn't so hard after all when I can't make out the letters on your tomb.* ***It's alright. I don't belong here. But patience is all I have left now.*** .
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
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