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...... As I thing of you I think of the waste of years I spent them devoting my life to you Consolidating my fears and secrets into a bottle for you to keep Gently molding it from the engraving of your hands ...... ...... That were in mine day in and day out Every glorious minute So that it'd fit perfectly in your hands For you to hide them ......                                                                                                                ......                                                                                                     Not from everyone else                                                                                          But from the monster I call myself                                                                                                                ......
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
Nostalgic Mistakes
...... As I thing of you I think of the waste of years I spent them devoting my life to you Consolidating my fears and secrets into a bottle for you to keep Gently molding it from the engraving of your hands ...... ...... That were in mine day in and day out Every glorious minute So that it'd fit perfectly in your hands For you to hide them ......                                                                                                                ......                                                                                                     Not from everyone else                                                                                          But from the monster I call myself                                                                                                                ......
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Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
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