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You only wear dark clothes when you're sad now you're wearing black My hands are the coldest you’ll ever hold I think my heart is too I’ll never be big or small enough to fit in your arms                                               I always kiss    the wrong person goodnight Now ask me how many times you kissed me then how many times I actually felt something           Maybe we are just  a lesson that has gone unlearned                         Or maybe I just don't know how to end this.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
How To Become What You Hate
You only wear dark clothes when you're sad now you're wearing black My hands are the coldest you’ll ever hold I think my heart is too I’ll never be big or small enough to fit in your arms                                               I always kiss    the wrong person goodnight Now ask me how many times you kissed me then how many times I actually felt something           Maybe we are just  a lesson that has gone unlearned                         Or maybe I just don't know how to end this.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
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