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i stare at these pages as if the words are going to be enough to bring you back, as if the blood spilled will be all you need to see that i'm right here. yet once again, all i'm left with is ink stained hands and a fracture in my chest.
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Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
ink stains
i stare at these pages as if the words are going to be enough to bring you back, as if the blood spilled will be all you need to see that i'm right here. yet once again, all i'm left with is ink stained hands and a fracture in my chest.
- i hate how you can walk away just as easily as i'd give you everything.
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F/scotland
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
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