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Her hands over her streaking face She screams *Don't look at me* And good god I look at her I look past all that and I see Underneath scratches and ticks My god she's as lonely as me.
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
Please Stop Crying
Her hands over her streaking face She screams *Don't look at me* And good god I look at her I look past all that and I see Underneath scratches and ticks My god she's as lonely as me.
d-connolly
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
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