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They say that poems
are made to touch
the places your
hands can't reach
and well i guess that
makes your smile a
poem
"Before you left you slammed me up against a wall, ripped open my chest and laid a broken record on my heart. Now my insides only play the same **** tune, screaming at me "he never loved you."
-Kahla Mercadante
WE HAVEN'T TALKED IN OVER A MONTH AND IT FEELS LIKE SOMEONE HAS DUG INTO MY SKIN AND CLAWED OUT MY ******* VEINS AND SPLATTERED THEM ALL AROUND ME SO EVERYWHERE I LOOK I SEE YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE IN MY VEINS

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