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Why did your love always come with an iron fist? It always seemed that your short- comings and frustrations were misdirected. If only if you were able to love me with out your heavy handed fists. I took blow after blow while I felt your rage from your heavy breathing affliction. There was never a better day or night for you when- ever you were home. You always seem to end up raptured into this vortex which I always ended up under your wrath.
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
Affliction
Why did your love always come with an iron fist? It always seemed that your short- comings and frustrations were misdirected. If only if you were able to love me with out your heavy handed fists. I took blow after blow while I felt your rage from your heavy breathing affliction. There was never a better day or night for you when- ever you were home. You always seem to end up raptured into this vortex which I always ended up under your wrath.
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Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
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