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Every time I held you was like holding broken glass; you just never saw the way I was bleeding.
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
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Every time I held you was like holding broken glass; you just never saw the way I was bleeding.
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daniel-lockerbie
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
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