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you act as if my heart was made of red clay found in the ground cutting pieces out molding it to your satisfaction scratching it and patterning it the way you feel it needs to be and now you've left it dripping with blood with battle wounds worse than ever and you didn't even try to fix the damage you had done     you destroyed me beautifully yet i feel so ugly. come make a masterpiece out of me, come make a masterpiece. ~t.s.
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
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you act as if my heart was made of red clay found in the ground cutting pieces out molding it to your satisfaction scratching it and patterning it the way you feel it needs to be and now you've left it dripping with blood with battle wounds worse than ever and you didn't even try to fix the damage you had done     you destroyed me beautifully yet i feel so ugly. come make a masterpiece out of me, come make a masterpiece. ~t.s.
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Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
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