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485 · Aug 2014
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fickle beings
cold hearts
Sleepless nights
passing cars

Purple bruises
Pale faces
White lies
empty spaces.
443 · Aug 2014
scars and stories.
flesh and bones
all that could be seen
ruins in the making

the words cut deep into her soul
so she ripped it apart
fragments of memories
lost forever.

an eternity
wouldn't be enough
words were left unsaid
she was gone.

— The End —