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don't ask me to catch you

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StarlightComet

Published: Aug 3, 2014

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_{i tell her she should climb
her ego halfway up to heaven
and maybe she'll fall hard
enough to land herself
in hell.}

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Lawlessness45

Oct 27, 2014

Nice. I like the feel of this piece. It communicates having disdain for someone very well.

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