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those cold, cozy nights 2 am conversations-- those were to die for the coolest books; movies that should be seen at least once heaven knows you might actually be meant for me you were one hell of a disaster; a bitter-sweet disaster I'm hoping that the boy next to you would die just to be with you 'cause I'd probably bleed myself just to feel your warmth again the smell of that sweet heartbreak I miss you; you and your pale skin, curly brown hair and everything; everything that makes you, oh so lovely
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
to carla
those cold, cozy nights 2 am conversations-- those were to die for the coolest books; movies that should be seen at least once heaven knows you might actually be meant for me you were one hell of a disaster; a bitter-sweet disaster I'm hoping that the boy next to you would die just to be with you 'cause I'd probably bleed myself just to feel your warmth again the smell of that sweet heartbreak I miss you; you and your pale skin, curly brown hair and everything; everything that makes you, oh so lovely
to Carla; and everything that reminds me of you.
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
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