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Your smooth hands touch my rough face. our eyes met your blue eyes mix with my green with our souls mix ,we mixed into one person, one everything, nothing hurt move then thinking we are falling apart, you smoke in bed while I'm in the shower poping pills we both cry because we know the other is hurting we can't help each so we both lay in bed thinking of our kids try to keep alive

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⏰ Last updated: May 03, 2015 ⏰

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