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I hate the thinking about your body in the ground. ghosts aren't real but I knew you'd find a way to haunt me I still have your ***** laundry and I swear to god it talks to me// I was smoking when someone asked how I deal with everything. I blew smoke in their face I said you'll feel this way someday someday, someday, someday// I feel the urge to dig up your bones is there anywhere special you'd want to go?
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
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I hate the thinking about your body in the ground. ghosts aren't real but I knew you'd find a way to haunt me I still have your ***** laundry and I swear to god it talks to me// I was smoking when someone asked how I deal with everything. I blew smoke in their face I said you'll feel this way someday someday, someday, someday// I feel the urge to dig up your bones is there anywhere special you'd want to go?
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
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