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Dear Happiness, Arise in her eyes. Stop her sighs, the cuts on her thighs. Make her realize that the highs won't stop her cries or hide her lies. And if she dies... I'll miss her.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
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Dear Happiness, Arise in her eyes. Stop her sighs, the cuts on her thighs. Make her realize that the highs won't stop her cries or hide her lies. And if she dies... I'll miss her.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
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