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What about all thoes times you ran your hand through my hair? now I have to act like I don't care. blunt and dark a rock in my heart. Through pity parties and costume parties fond memories are all I hold
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
Remembering Our Empty Hands.
What about all thoes times you ran your hand through my hair? now I have to act like I don't care. blunt and dark a rock in my heart. Through pity parties and costume parties fond memories are all I hold
Forgive me if I've become to bold.
Greyson-fay
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
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