My Ying.
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You are fiberglass,synthetic and weak. Promising and empty. I dig you out in hopes that you'llfind yourself again. But volcanoes burst in our mindsand you become inflamed like my rage. My anger has an appetite. Quietly ambiti1 lines, 6 comments, on Aug 16 2:12 PM
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yay! my own list

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