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Haunt Me, Do it Again // Walls

Do they know? We kissed under the sheets Down on your knees, you proposed to me In tandem we laughed Do they know? Your passenger prince left a note for me Condom in the backseat You yelled at me Cursed me from the front seat Do they know? You wouldn’t eat for weeks Knocked down all your trophies Memories of me Haunt you Do they know? I dare you, Do it again I think about you without any feeling behind it. Just how a wall thinks of a corner. A wall cannot “think” firstly, however a wall instinctively considers of connecting itself when placed beside its brother. It cannot help but to preform. It connects. The wall does, because it cannot think. My brain cannot “think.” My brain instinctively reflects on itself when isolated. It cannot help but to preform. It reflects. My brain does, because it cannot think.
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Written by
braxtonPphobic
18 / M
For You?
Written by
braxtonPphobic
18 / M
Published
Feb 16
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30·149
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Two sides of the same coin. I rarely ever think about this now- I wrote it when I was freshly 16- but it felt like I needed to put it here. Keep it safe.

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#betrayal#healing#light#condom#car#wall#dark#corner
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