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Seventeen and burning down I am a machine gun mouth, A stomach without a heart, Red dahlias growing with the weeds in your backyard, I am a stick of dynamite waiting for an excuse. ... You are bored enough to hand me a match. (I was always your favourite kind of shitshow)
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 6:22 AM UTC
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