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I was a touch-me-not before you broke my heart living in a child’s playhouse now I say, “touch me please” it is the demons that make angels exist some girls say that sadness makes you feel dead you made me become alive you cried when my hair covered my eyes so my sadness carried it away, it uncoiled a heartbeat per ounce I love your **** but still we have conversations about where you want to be buried when you die.
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
mimosa pudica
I was a touch-me-not before you broke my heart living in a child’s playhouse now I say, “touch me please” it is the demons that make angels exist some girls say that sadness makes you feel dead you made me become alive you cried when my hair covered my eyes so my sadness carried it away, it uncoiled a heartbeat per ounce I love your **** but still we have conversations about where you want to be buried when you die.
sarina
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
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