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I'd be your Margaret if you let me. the sound of your voice has me wanting you so much closer, but you hold her in a way you'd never hold me. but I'm hoping. sweaty hands and forced laughter isn't exactly what I'm after, but if you're in, I'm in. despite my thin skin I am willing to be open. would you listen? I put this dress on because I knew you'd be here, I spent two hours in the mirror but it takes you less than two seconds to look past me.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
if you're Mordecai
I'd be your Margaret if you let me. the sound of your voice has me wanting you so much closer, but you hold her in a way you'd never hold me. but I'm hoping. sweaty hands and forced laughter isn't exactly what I'm after, but if you're in, I'm in. despite my thin skin I am willing to be open. would you listen? I put this dress on because I knew you'd be here, I spent two hours in the mirror but it takes you less than two seconds to look past me.
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quiana
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
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