November 2011
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I hate the stench of coffee on your breath And I hate to feel it’s warmth against my neck And what right do you have to have nightmares about me
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“I have left you, please never try to find me”
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I notice the goosebumps on your arms, millions And whether it’s because of the numbers of hours spent laid face-down on my bed listening to white noise, or, well,...
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i’d kill for Karen O’s leather jacket she’s so unbelievably cool
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