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If I was any more of a ********* I'd dare you to hold the knife closer Feeling you press hard against me Making me wet In crimson threads Staining my neck
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Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 12:14 AM UTC
Snapped And Rotted Friendship Bracelets I Tried To Bury When I Was Six Grow Moldy Under The Porch
If I was any more of a ********* I'd dare you to hold the knife closer Feeling you press hard against me Making me wet In crimson threads Staining my neck
Why can't I just being ******* normal. Why can't you stop being a massive ****
WickedHope
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Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 12:14 AM UTC
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