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i read their palms, touch them, and use gushing passionate bloodfuck words. nobody else blends their heart with their beatoff mag. i want poetry in sickness, tragedy in comedy. i want kept secrets and brutal honesty. be that for me now.
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that you have the most beautiful face
do you Realize
we're floating in space
do you Realize
that happiness makes you cry
do you Realize
that everyone you know someday will die
and instead of saying all of your goodbyes
let them know
you realize that life goes fast
it's hard to make the good things last
you realize the sun doesn't go down
it's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
do you Realize
that everyone you know
someday will die
and instead of saying all of your goodbyes
let them know
you realize that life goes fast
it's hard to make the good things last
you realize the sun doesn't go down
it's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
do you Realize
that you have the most beautiful face
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