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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

We are some sort of beautiful disaster

Come save me, come prove to me, that you can be, everything I know you can. Raise you up! Raise me up! Shed that skin. Shed the past. Sacrifice for me. I already have for you. I'm hot on the market, but I wanna be warm in your arms.

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