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your words are so sharp i'm still shocked that blood doesn't stain your lips every time you speak yet there is no surprise in the way your spoken thoughts wrap around my throat (necklace/noose) ((i was never quite sure)) and pushed me off the pedestal
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
your ideals are my downfall
your words are so sharp i'm still shocked that blood doesn't stain your lips every time you speak yet there is no surprise in the way your spoken thoughts wrap around my throat (necklace/noose) ((i was never quite sure)) and pushed me off the pedestal
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
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