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[youllbea_memory]

Your eyes, your concrete eyes. Cross crisscross my path... Walking in circular patterns. Shoe shine your ammo, polish your metal. I need not your wicked weapons. My war is not with someone like you. A string of blood that is not my own strings between. Increase time and it will fall into place. A sword and my heart

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[polkadot_shot]

jake. jake. jake. jake. jake.
your old. :( no june 13 for jake
:( im going to cry.

[youllbea_memory]

so why dont you cry about it gurl
ive been there for 3 years

[polkadot_shot]

im going to cry
cause you wont be there this year.
and it wont be any fun.