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my wrists still choke from the perfume of an ivory soap a broken arrow coast led by country roads and broken hopes.
i hear your lies like december and still smell the fever of white substance that was your only pain reliever.
you were a crooked beautiful. a bone dry angel with a heart of gold. its sad to say that winter left your soul to cold.
i still love you though i know its a lie. cus my whispers in the morning are what kept us alive. prayers at dawn. save my angel from walter white my wrists still choke from the perfume of an ivory soap a broken arrow coast led by country roads and broken hopes. i hear your lies like december and still smell the fever of white substance that was your only pain reliever. you were a crooked beautiful. a bone dry angel with a heart of gold. its sad to say that winter left your soul to cold. i still love you though i know its a lie. cus my whispers in the morning are what kept us alive. prayers at dawn. save my angel from walter white
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