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08-08-2013, 07:44 AM
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boyfriend of my joey. <3 Imma lucky bitchboy! 
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~Stained
Your unsaid words
kept unraveling slowly but surely against my broken tattooed hands I was holding out believing my love would cure all our delicious demands from under the disease of critical Moonbeam lights Untouchable I become frozen in a flower Where the numb echo of each withered chemical promise eats away the ink Painted skin stained crimson where I let Your hands do more than fúck me til I slowly dripped out your lies I don't notice you anymore
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