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the thought of you dosnt always feel like my chest is breaking open just like the morning after a night of vices I smoke a cigarette and say im better than I was yesterday and you're still a sepulcher of all things Ive learned to hate in a human
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
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the thought of you dosnt always feel like my chest is breaking open just like the morning after a night of vices I smoke a cigarette and say im better than I was yesterday and you're still a sepulcher of all things Ive learned to hate in a human
#love#hate
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
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