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I pressed a pen to the paper Like the razor to my wrist Out spilled the blood red ink From the tip it bled your name Just like my skin I would have never guessed You would get me in this mess So from my lips I bled your name And your chest did the same Initials carved in flesh I would have never guessed We would be in this mess
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
Ink.
I pressed a pen to the paper Like the razor to my wrist Out spilled the blood red ink From the tip it bled your name Just like my skin I would have never guessed You would get me in this mess So from my lips I bled your name And your chest did the same Initials carved in flesh I would have never guessed We would be in this mess
PaytonSummer
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
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