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My mistake. Forget the signs of vulnerability, My tender soul And all the errors That slipped from my lips. I wouldn't fit in your world. The beast within Would tear hot throats Beneath the silver moon. I cannot play nice Or fit in. Jealousy, rage — Impropriety Betray this honest man.
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
misshape
My mistake. Forget the signs of vulnerability, My tender soul And all the errors That slipped from my lips. I wouldn't fit in your world. The beast within Would tear hot throats Beneath the silver moon. I cannot play nice Or fit in. Jealousy, rage — Impropriety Betray this honest man.
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
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