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When i'm drunk i think of all the things that i love about you and i write poems all night about you then when i wake up from my hang over i cry and burn every single one of them and when i have i chance i burn myself for thinking of you.

the other day i know you asked me where i got the burns i said i from the stove but it was all for you baby, it was all for you. 

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