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Dec 2014
Never let me in.
I'm the curse that will end you.
If you let me have my way, I will tear you apart.
My failures will cast impendingΒ Β darkness
Into that little heart you wear on your sleeve.
My venomous words will tear you limb from limb.
Its a cycle.
Over and over.
My psychological problems that you blindly keep falling for.
Its a cycle.
Over and over.
Cold-Bones
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Cold-Bones  29/M/Missouri Joplin
(29/M/Missouri Joplin)   
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