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My swollen face looks ugly in your mirror I feel like my tears water my own personal hatred garden and you pick its flowers Maybe you should New dirt is better than my drowning stems I do not believe the sun is real, any more And if it comes back it will burn us alive
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
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My swollen face looks ugly in your mirror I feel like my tears water my own personal hatred garden and you pick its flowers Maybe you should New dirt is better than my drowning stems I do not believe the sun is real, any more And if it comes back it will burn us alive
emmy-dawn
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
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