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I can't breath too close to me beauty it hurts it hurls the oxygen I can't breath too close to me everything I'll never be ice cold babe devour the weak you are made of stars I am made of dust irrelevancy suffocating lock the door in the morning I'll freeze CryoBabes don't talk to Povys like me
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
CryoBabe
I can't breath too close to me beauty it hurts it hurls the oxygen I can't breath too close to me everything I'll never be ice cold babe devour the weak you are made of stars I am made of dust irrelevancy suffocating lock the door in the morning I'll freeze CryoBabes don't talk to Povys like me
Povy or Pov-Poor, slang for a person of low economic status with no prospects, usually ****** in appearance and mannerisms.
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
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