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305 · May 2015
When You're Not Here
Emily May 2015
I tell myself I don't need you
But you're the glue between my shards of glass
The tape that holds my broken limbs together
And the smile that makes you think I'm happy

But when you're not here
I realize how much I need you
And I hate myself for falling so hard

— The End —