Red lines splashed upon your face, Cowards sealed bottoms up in this tinted vase... Brush away your markings, kiss away your secrets, throw away your heartbeat, die right here in white lights. Someone call a surgeon for we need a scalpel, to gently rip out your lies... Doctor, its getting harder, Doctor, its getting lonely just to breathe. Open
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PS-I miss you. Me, you, Lauren and Dan maybe? Have to do something soon. Yeah.
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