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his whiskey arms unconvincingly,  your lungs are not composed of broken glass and tissue paper there are no "i love you's" in whiskey and coke flavored lips, strong hands, the back of his truck and there never was someday, somebody will love your feeble insides it's all in a matters time.
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
losing myself in bed sheets of boys who don't cry
his whiskey arms unconvincingly,  your lungs are not composed of broken glass and tissue paper there are no "i love you's" in whiskey and coke flavored lips, strong hands, the back of his truck and there never was someday, somebody will love your feeble insides it's all in a matters time.
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
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