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Friday
30 September 2016
274 : a lover to burn
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tasha
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Friday, 30 September 2016
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i think it started when you realised that i wanted to be ruined a little bit more than i wanted to be loved i think it st...
Tuesday
27 September 2016
268 : all my sleeves are stained red
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tasha
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Tuesday, 27 September 2016
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There's a monster in your bed, kid. You let him in. You took his hand. You showed him your home. There's a monster i...
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