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Her pale and cold fingers Gripped the ends of her sweater Tighter Tighter As their words ever so slowly Tore her apart. Later that night Her head will drop Slowly Slowly Down as she stares At the empty bottle of pills. She has found her way out of the labyrinth.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
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Her pale and cold fingers Gripped the ends of her sweater Tighter Tighter As their words ever so slowly Tore her apart. Later that night Her head will drop Slowly Slowly Down as she stares At the empty bottle of pills. She has found her way out of the labyrinth.
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sunflower
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
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