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*My soul is craving so much. I can feel it splitting; my heart is the knife.*
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 6:15 AM UTC
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*My soul is craving so much. I can feel it splitting; my heart is the knife.*
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 6:15 AM UTC
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