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Bruise like a Rose, Pain is Love
Although I shouldn’t, I love it when you tell me how insignificant I am.
I know you can’t imagine that I might love you, because my love song is one sung from a trash heap.
But when it’s all said and done, my tainted hand will still be waiting to help you up if you fall from your tower.
I know you can’t imagine that I might love you, because my love song is one sung from a trash heap.
But when it’s all said and done, my tainted hand will still be waiting to help you up if you fall from your tower.
Published 27th Aug 2013
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27th Aug 2013 3:55pm
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