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 Mar 2019 Whisperer
abby
I bury my head below the tide to remind myself that I am alive
 Mar 2019 Whisperer
Aaditya
Blank
 Mar 2019 Whisperer
Aaditya
Empty.
Like I am from the inside.
 Mar 2019 Whisperer
raphæl
language
 Mar 2019 Whisperer
raphæl
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"Hey, I worry that                    
music's our only shared thing."    
            "It's fine. That's enough"

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 Mar 2019 Whisperer
bonvkiller
hurts
 Mar 2019 Whisperer
bonvkiller
i can't quit living a lie
i've lived to tell my tall tales
holding my breath until i drop
waiting on my heart to stop
liar i guess
 Mar 2019 Whisperer
whoever
one less meal ; one less mile
im sorry dad
 Mar 2019 Whisperer
whoever
i want you to cheat on me, if it means you’ll stay
You say you miss me
You don't miss me all the time
Just when you're lonely
I miss you 24/7
 Mar 2019 Whisperer
Rupert Pip
I can normally sit
and bleed words for hours
but lately when I cut
I can’t draw blood.
I guess they call this
writers block.
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