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The Thrill of yours truly

FareWellToFashion

Bluelighter
Joined
Jan 5, 2004
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Location
New jersey
The message between your legs whispers in my mouth
It hasnt rained in six months
and you hope it does

i hope you know this is killing me
with every boy
you ever took, away from every girl
and your going straight to hell for this
your lavish lips
pressed hard against mine
is this real is this real is this real


can you bear to feel alive for another moment?

did they scream as loud as i did
did they did they
because im faking this this being in love love with you you
worthless spends his time dressing up.
does it feel so ever good to drown.
You said this wouldnt hurt one bit
you promised me forever
and ive only seen days
it hasnt rained here in six months
 
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