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Poetry For The Lonely
Make your life story one torrid enough to be told again
13.12.09
I'll take bets if you're willing
Welcome back heartbeat.
Let's race.
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I forgot what it was like to feel a chunk of your ...
I'll take bets if you're willing
I have this disease called self destruction and it...
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