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Sep 2018
Constantly.
It doesn't stop.
Like an ache,
pure pain,
yet I've become numb to it...
It doesn't matter how many times you drop me,
I'd get back up every time
and run back.
Over and over again,
never truly realizing all the breaking bones,
bruising legs, bleeding cheeks.
Soon I become so damaged I don't even want myself.
All I'll ever want is you.
When we become so attached to something, sometimes its hard realize they were never there in the first place.
Anika Nelson
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