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my whole life I've only ever been someone's bad habit.  like stealing drags behind the library, or biting broken nails numb, I became their drug in choosing. pretty lips, and a ***** secret; a harrowing existence, meets feverish addiction. their idea of killing time was killing me and this is what I called love. I guess I have a thing for        homicide. -k.m.
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Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
Hit and Run.
my whole life I've only ever been someone's bad habit.  like stealing drags behind the library, or biting broken nails numb, I became their drug in choosing. pretty lips, and a ***** secret; a harrowing existence, meets feverish addiction. their idea of killing time was killing me and this is what I called love. I guess I have a thing for        homicide. -k.m.
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19/Toronto.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
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