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Once i had a heart and i played with it and i molded it into something that people just put in their freezers to lock 'em away cold as ice but how can a heart ever be useful again if its insides are frozen?
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
Maybe she won't make it home tonight
Once i had a heart and i played with it and i molded it into something that people just put in their freezers to lock 'em away cold as ice but how can a heart ever be useful again if its insides are frozen?
(i'm sorry for that sometimes i even do it myself right before someone could do it so i won't feel bad for their decisions so i won't be able to right my wrongs when i'm as shallow as a your glass of wine standing still on my table staining my woods and my insides, i'm sorry)
wolfwrath
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
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