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the ''love of my life'' never washed my blood of of his hands instead, he prefered to let it dry so he could show off to his friends that he was a real player in the game though the seconds he was away turned me hollow, it was okay, i felt i was a phoenix- who rose from my own ashes of despair and came alive whenever you decided to come around you were my savior and my murderer
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 6:04 PM UTC
the phoenix's lover
the ''love of my life'' never washed my blood of of his hands instead, he prefered to let it dry so he could show off to his friends that he was a real player in the game though the seconds he was away turned me hollow, it was okay, i felt i was a phoenix- who rose from my own ashes of despair and came alive whenever you decided to come around you were my savior and my murderer
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 6:04 PM UTC
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