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#2306
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Espy
Wanderer
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I can't sing that high in the first place.
He'd gorge himself on my raw insides.
EDIT: .......
Throttle me with a cord made from her hair.
Step in front of a runaway train
____Just to feel alive again
â•â•â•â•â•â•â•? ?•â•â•â•â•â• â•â•â•â•â•â•â•? ?•â•â•â•â•â•
Pushing forward through the night_____
Aching chest and blurry sight
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Posted 11-06-2011, 10:15 PM
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