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it's the middle of the night and you love me like it's your job- but, hell, you're good at it. i love you so much that i think if you let go then the earth might shift, and i would slip into something more comfortable- like the second layer of inferno: painful punishment while i watch you holding onto her instead of me. (i'm a ********* but i have my limits) your arms fit around me and i pray they will leave scars so that you will always be with me.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
never wanted to be rescued
it's the middle of the night and you love me like it's your job- but, hell, you're good at it. i love you so much that i think if you let go then the earth might shift, and i would slip into something more comfortable- like the second layer of inferno: painful punishment while i watch you holding onto her instead of me. (i'm a ********* but i have my limits) your arms fit around me and i pray they will leave scars so that you will always be with me.
medusa
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
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