Fuck twelve hour days.

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I feel soon, I will sink, into you

What do you think

Cause there’s still blood, in your hair
And I’ve got the bruise, of the year

But there’s something about her long shady eyes
I’m all about her shade tonight

I hate your tattoos
You have weak wrists, but i’ll keep you

Well It’s too bad, It’s too bad, It’s too bad

You’re married, to me.

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Michael Halls farewell.

Michael Halls farewell.