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The passion in your eyes has departed; your kisses feel forced now..
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Still friends yet I wish to delete you, which I cannot find the strength to do. .
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I sit here upon the pier for an hour and a half…chilled to the bone as I contemplate my next move… Do I go home to my man’s warm loving arms or do I jump and allow myself to sink and be at peace… I cradle my sore arm knowing
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sordid disease running throughout your acid veins
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swearing in here...and may be triggering to some people who's experienced abuse,,,
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edited from scrappy Crappy piece
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Breeze along in such happiness who the fuck is taking the piss
by DEAL xx WITH xx IT
46 lines, 6 comments,
on Jun 17 9:30 PM. In Angst, Abuse, Pain, Personal, Society, Thoughts, Weird, Life, Dark
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