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i wish i could slit my throat so all of the dead flowers are free for you killed them every last one they were once live and vibrant like i was until they were picked by the wrong hands they no longer know how to grow anymore
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
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i wish i could slit my throat so all of the dead flowers are free for you killed them every last one they were once live and vibrant like i was until they were picked by the wrong hands they no longer know how to grow anymore
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
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