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My tears just gasoline aiding to your ballistics. My furrowed brow confiding in you my weaknesses. My blazing eyes providing you necessary warmth, only bringing you comfort. But my smile will tear you apart, ripping the spine of your tale with a infuriating crackle.
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
To Feel or To Win
My tears just gasoline aiding to your ballistics. My furrowed brow confiding in you my weaknesses. My blazing eyes providing you necessary warmth, only bringing you comfort. But my smile will tear you apart, ripping the spine of your tale with a infuriating crackle.
abaigeal-skye
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 12:27 AM UTC
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