Nov17
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Well take me, take me back to your bed.
I love you so much that it hurts my head.
I don’t mind you under my skin.
I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.
When we were made, we were set apart.
Life is a test and I get bad marks.
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins.
The storm is coming, the storm is coming in.
(Source: hilarysusannah, via pettyflaws-deactivated20120113-)
