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I stopped writing Because the only thing I wrote about was you You filled my mind. You left blue paint On my yellow walls Left notes All over my desk Left tears In my carpet You left marks On the Windows In paintings were you In mirrors too In books And words And letters Were you, I saw you everywhere I replayed your record More times than i should've. I replayed your record But you seem to have played me Instead I stopped writing, Because my reality became my words, My words became my reality, You molded my thoughts like playdoh And shaped them into knives. You split my heart in half YOU! Split my heart in HALF! You... Are no longer present You... Is no longer present She Was the reason I stopped writing She Reeled me in and tossed me back Like a fish She She Is not the reason I've started to write again He is
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Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
You
I stopped writing Because the only thing I wrote about was you You filled my mind. You left blue paint On my yellow walls Left notes All over my desk Left tears In my carpet You left marks On the Windows In paintings were you In mirrors too In books And words And letters Were you, I saw you everywhere I replayed your record More times than i should've. I replayed your record But you seem to have played me Instead I stopped writing, Because my reality became my words, My words became my reality, You molded my thoughts like playdoh And shaped them into knives. You split my heart in half YOU! Split my heart in HALF! You... Are no longer present You... Is no longer present She Was the reason I stopped writing She Reeled me in and tossed me back Like a fish She She Is not the reason I've started to write again He is
He brought me up when she kicked me down
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Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
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