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its now that time to pretend that nothing hurts, but my eyes never can stay dry as long as I'm alone what if i gave up people and started smoking right now that seems so much more comforting than putting up with this **** right here i feel like I'm dragging my knuckles along one never ending sidewalk of sick minds or could it be I am just only a shadow there when I'm need or maybe remembered for just a minute
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
****** knuckles
its now that time to pretend that nothing hurts, but my eyes never can stay dry as long as I'm alone what if i gave up people and started smoking right now that seems so much more comforting than putting up with this **** right here i feel like I'm dragging my knuckles along one never ending sidewalk of sick minds or could it be I am just only a shadow there when I'm need or maybe remembered for just a minute
emma-e-jones
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
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