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You're toxic. You're the extra number in H2O2 Seemingly harmless, But deadly. Combustible. You're toxic. You're the thought That started killing In the name of God. You're toxic. You're Helen of Sparta, Or Troy, if you will. Without the supposed beauty or skill. You're Toxic. You **** everything you touch. Flowers suffocate When they share your air. You're toxic.
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
Toxic
You're toxic. You're the extra number in H2O2 Seemingly harmless, But deadly. Combustible. You're toxic. You're the thought That started killing In the name of God. You're toxic. You're Helen of Sparta, Or Troy, if you will. Without the supposed beauty or skill. You're Toxic. You **** everything you touch. Flowers suffocate When they share your air. You're toxic.
anna-patricia
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
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