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Have faith in me.
Drop Dead.

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Farah.4teen.Australia.
I'm not a self help book, I'm just a fucked up kid.

strike out.

“One day you fall for this boy, and he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth.

And it hurts when you look at him, and it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass, and then you realize you’ve always felt that way.”

hearts talking.



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