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fffvck Apr 2014
it's almost like
rocks

rocks that keep
piling

piling inside of
me
fffvck Apr 2014
Every
secret
was
put
into
a
bottle

And
a
cork
locked
them
away
fffvck Apr 2014
my mind
starts
filling
and filling
with thoughts
and eventually
i'm underwater
fffvck Apr 2014
it's the cold winter nights
that make me think of you
of what we had
of what we were
of what we could have been
fffvck Apr 2014
her
Before you met her
You were whole
And after she left
You were left scattered in pieces
Across the room
fffvck Apr 2014
I dreamt last night
of a place far away,
of a place where
flowers grew from our hearts
and the skies glowed
with understanding
fffvck Apr 2014
This place is not a home
this is a place
full of
hate and regret
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