The stitches you sewed on my skin untangled themselves,
and every feeling that I felt for you,
came rushing back,
wondering why you left me,
why you never came back,
but don't you worry about me,
I'm learning how to stitch up my own wounds all by myself.
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
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