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she's endless rain, my hurricane rustling thoughts and a small-built frame tearing walls from every heart, house, fence for enemies and half-made friends it doesn't take her much to bend the fragments of my mind, but then she'll pick them up and play pretend as if it wasn't me she's in our carousel, through valleys, hills a journey with no shoes to fill she'll take me where she wants to be whether or not it's good for me this wandering, this aching love it makes me feel good and bad enough and i wouldn't want it any other way she kills me but i want to stay -aprilxcv
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
iv: carousel my heart
she's endless rain, my hurricane rustling thoughts and a small-built frame tearing walls from every heart, house, fence for enemies and half-made friends it doesn't take her much to bend the fragments of my mind, but then she'll pick them up and play pretend as if it wasn't me she's in our carousel, through valleys, hills a journey with no shoes to fill she'll take me where she wants to be whether or not it's good for me this wandering, this aching love it makes me feel good and bad enough and i wouldn't want it any other way she kills me but i want to stay -aprilxcv
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
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