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For Hunter
I wish I could hide away from the rest of the world in your arms
bury my face in your chest only coming back up to kiss your kneck
Sometimes I miss the way you wouldn't call be by my name, but
instead called me beautiful
You swore to me late at night that I was your soulmate
but being soulmates wouldn't be enough to save you from your one true love
the drugs and the booze
the...
Monday 18th February 2019 8:33 am
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