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❝I’m sorry for smelling like cigarettes when you wanted to smell roses and having bloodshot eyes when you wanted to look into a meadow and having scars on my thighs where you wanted to touch I just don’t know how to take care of my body other than destroying it. ❞
- Hell
- JoinedApril 21, 2015
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