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It's raining hard Cooling my hot skin You played me like a card And you never seem to win I take the glass shard Across my wrist with a spin I left my heart off guard Trace your fingers on my chin Your fingers mean as hot tar Loving you will always be my personal sin
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
Hot tar
It's raining hard Cooling my hot skin You played me like a card And you never seem to win I take the glass shard Across my wrist with a spin I left my heart off guard Trace your fingers on my chin Your fingers mean as hot tar Loving you will always be my personal sin
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#love#sad#alone#anxiety#loss#relationships#games
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delicatedaisies
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
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