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you got mad at me for photographing the scabs on your arm it exists as evidence - you’ve bled, you hate it as if it made you less of a man regretting every time you display affection tell me how you really feel tell me how you’ve fallen as if it made you less of a man baby, you’re my man and i documented your old blood because its the closest i’ve gotten to seeing your insides the closest i’ve been to truly believing that you have a heart or that you bleed for me
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
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you got mad at me for photographing the scabs on your arm it exists as evidence - you’ve bled, you hate it as if it made you less of a man regretting every time you display affection tell me how you really feel tell me how you’ve fallen as if it made you less of a man baby, you’re my man and i documented your old blood because its the closest i’ve gotten to seeing your insides the closest i’ve been to truly believing that you have a heart or that you bleed for me
kelia
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
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