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#cril
Scittering across the forest floor, My thoughts dance, and twirl. Trailing down your skin, With lovely touches. I am not good enough. I want to hurt you, Hurt myself, Let myself ******* fall. I wonder what it would be like if you watched the whole thing.
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Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
Dissolve