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She,is sick today.But the florist doesn't deliver on Sundays.
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I'm a rat......? no- maybe more of a, f**k it, I'm a rat. the best part, I was once your rat. but you- you believed me to be, something more beautiful..
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i don't know how this startedbut now,I love you more than myselfand I stare at the sky with hope dangling from my teethlook at meand always-I'll remem..
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'It's getting past-all of the finger tips-an overdose of what this really means to me.they are all lies-and I wake up every second,and blame you for w..
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