March 2012
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My hand is shaking, but I can’t feel anything at all. Just your little burning kiss on me. Careless whispers were a warning, ‘cause I’ll only try and drag you deeper, down into my heart again. Baby we’ll try a slow suicide, you just keep me hanging on. Running around, keep my head down, and pretend there’s nothing wrong. A flick of the lighter, I can feel...
jesus christ i have five hours to write six pages.
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