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Does it ever cross your mind? The thought of losing me, I mean. Does it sting like fire ants? Painful but not serious. I don't know when or how the butterflies in my stomach turned to wasps, stinging the muscles, making it sore and burn but I swear at one point, we were the most beautiful human chromosomes paired.... or was it always an option? Leaving me, I mean.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
Reminiscent
Does it ever cross your mind? The thought of losing me, I mean. Does it sting like fire ants? Painful but not serious. I don't know when or how the butterflies in my stomach turned to wasps, stinging the muscles, making it sore and burn but I swear at one point, we were the most beautiful human chromosomes paired.... or was it always an option? Leaving me, I mean.
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Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
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