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If you're so broken, why don't you find the bottle opener, cupcake? Why don't you lick the frosting off the bottom of the bowl, stoner? When you say you're just pitiful, I see rain puddles drooling from the pockmarks of your cheeks. I wish you'd realize that the sun isn't just shining out of my broken skin knuckles.
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
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If you're so broken, why don't you find the bottle opener, cupcake? Why don't you lick the frosting off the bottom of the bowl, stoner? When you say you're just pitiful, I see rain puddles drooling from the pockmarks of your cheeks. I wish you'd realize that the sun isn't just shining out of my broken skin knuckles.
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
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