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I’m going to put you down on paper so that you can never leave consumed by black ink you’ll be stuck here with me The lines will be your boundaries- a college rule confine- and in your cell you’ll sit thinking of me, all the time If you try to hurt me again I’ll crumple you into a ball then you’ll know how it felt as I waited for your call!
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Equestrian_Queen
<p>Woah, I love this! I love how I can picture the ink and lines as a cell!</p>

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