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I never thought
that you could love me
because i never even knew
how to love myself
dancer of the clouds,
ink of dream,
as if the sky, hushed
and utterly forlorn,
turned a pirouette.
As everyone stepped over me
one by one
they kept walking by

you're the one
who actually stumbled upon me  
and picked me up out of the mud
to clean me up
and take me home
creds to my boyfriend <3
being stabbed 1000 times
through the chest
with a rusty blade
over and over again
with your feelings and emotions
gushing out of you
feels the same
as someone telling you
that they don't
love you anymore
my mind
does not work
like everyone else

it stores everything
good or bad
like a crashed software

that has been beaten up
and  failed to be fixed
and just has given up
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