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I used to press my shirts bleach out stains and dirt laundering can hurt when it's all you ever do When I was a kid that's all I ever did behind the lines I hid the sterile and the new ****** mismatch the dress let go the loneliness settle for nothing less Than the beauty of the mess
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Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 2:20 PM UTC
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I used to press my shirts bleach out stains and dirt laundering can hurt when it's all you ever do When I was a kid that's all I ever did behind the lines I hid the sterile and the new ****** mismatch the dress let go the loneliness settle for nothing less Than the beauty of the mess
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Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 2:20 PM UTC
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