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On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me: a heart still barely breathing. On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me: broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me: a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me: scattered, insane leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: bullets in my brain scattered, insane leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: coffin to lie in bullets in my brain scattered, insane leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: lies that I drown in coffin to lie in bullets in my brain scattered, insane leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me: ears that keep ringing lies that I drown in coffin to lie in bullets in my brain scattered, insane leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: tears that won’t stop spilling ears that keep ringing lies that I drown in coffin to lie in bullets in my brain scattered, insane leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing.
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 4:11 AM UTC
cactusmon
12 days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me: a heart still barely breathing. On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me: broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me: a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the fifth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the sixth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the seventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me: scattered, insane leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the eighth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: bullets in my brain scattered, insane leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the ninth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: coffin to lie in bullets in my brain scattered, insane leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: lies that I drown in coffin to lie in bullets in my brain scattered, insane leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me: ears that keep ringing lies that I drown in coffin to lie in bullets in my brain scattered, insane leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing. On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me: tears that won’t stop spilling ears that keep ringing lies that I drown in coffin to lie in bullets in my brain scattered, insane leering lullabies a touch that still stings all this does is hurt a chill in the air broken, bleeding parts and a heart still barely breathing.
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