My blood is too heavy for delicate skin, and my mind used to kind and wouldn’t have survived all my hate, to be young you have to be asleep but I work and I can’t be late.
You never were my friend, my cheeks lifted my eyes like bags over a shoulder, you hug me and I stare into space, space that never laid a finger on me.
Why would I apologize for
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Thank you, I hope so too ;(
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Yeah *hugs*
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happy late birthday! sending love <3
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Thank you <.3333 !
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