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I've always bruised easily I wear my heart on my sleeve If you were to jab it, you'd find out it bleeds give me a moment, give me some space, I need time, a few minutes to waste my every last nerve has spilled on the tile I've got to pick them up, please, it'll take a while
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
Bruised
I've always bruised easily I wear my heart on my sleeve If you were to jab it, you'd find out it bleeds give me a moment, give me some space, I need time, a few minutes to waste my every last nerve has spilled on the tile I've got to pick them up, please, it'll take a while
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
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