Stop.
please.
don't open-up the same old wound.
I'm tired.
And I'm hurt.
But, somehow,
I can't get enough of you. =|
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This page is to be filled with words that matter, especially to that fleshy,damp,beating object placed slightly above the middle part of your body, on the left side. Something many of us have forgotten to exist.
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