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My skin is cold your hands are warm My lungs are black your heart is gold My fingers can't stop trembling your hands can't stop shaking I'm sorry i'm breaking. I'm sorry you're done saving. Don't be sorry, it's my fault. I'm drowning, it wasn't your job to teach me how to swim.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
It wasn't your job to save me
My skin is cold your hands are warm My lungs are black your heart is gold My fingers can't stop trembling your hands can't stop shaking I'm sorry i'm breaking. I'm sorry you're done saving. Don't be sorry, it's my fault. I'm drowning, it wasn't your job to teach me how to swim.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
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