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**This path of mine the avenue literally miles from nowhere nothing but "trees lakes and pine," the sweet sent of your smooth hair, my heart beating fast, you holding my hands and letting me dream, "aware." Your raspy voice your glittery eyes, I'd fear for nothing, to worry or care, "you'll be good to me" I'm "now your bunny" let me be free before I'm lost for all eternity. It's just this life is So **** short, I'd never imagined a hell that could be worse than never getting to be your sort.**
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
Heartbreak, Despair, The End
**This path of mine the avenue literally miles from nowhere nothing but "trees lakes and pine," the sweet sent of your smooth hair, my heart beating fast, you holding my hands and letting me dream, "aware." Your raspy voice your glittery eyes, I'd fear for nothing, to worry or care, "you'll be good to me" I'm "now your bunny" let me be free before I'm lost for all eternity. It's just this life is So **** short, I'd never imagined a hell that could be worse than never getting to be your sort.**
alan-s-bailey
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
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