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**** hickies on top of old bruises so the aches don't fade away curl up beneath tear soaked sheets and sleep for the whole day this is the pain that does not heal these are the wounds that always stay paint over the street signs and burn all the maps you'll find your own ******* way
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
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**** hickies on top of old bruises so the aches don't fade away curl up beneath tear soaked sheets and sleep for the whole day this is the pain that does not heal these are the wounds that always stay paint over the street signs and burn all the maps you'll find your own ******* way
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
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