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we played games to see how many marks you could leave and how long they might last I believed my skin was only worth something when it was colored with your mouth Sometimes, when you know they’re leaving, you need scars that will stay.
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
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we played games to see how many marks you could leave and how long they might last I believed my skin was only worth something when it was colored with your mouth Sometimes, when you know they’re leaving, you need scars that will stay.
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
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