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i_ran
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sab
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she said, it got worse i came back nothing had changed im now all out of ideas she whispered as she slid down the wall
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040808
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whyiotta
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i ran into his arms lips ran into lips fingers into places where friends don't venture. then guilt runs in... feelings smash into walls or float into the sky... and again i am left with thoughts running around my aching body.
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040808
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three words
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free_endlessly i_ran flawless
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060425
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KISA
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always running but i can never escape myself
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060426
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nom
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with scissors
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060426
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KISA
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With Scissors? ;-0 *cnfsd*
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060426
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nom
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i ran with scissors i ran
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060426
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KISA
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when u ran with scissors did you fall? hehehehe
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060426
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KISA
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thoughts running around my mind never stp running out of breathe hehehehehehe
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060426
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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