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I'm a mess, yet I am only as beautiful as the pieces I kept a tangled chain the rut of the "diamond" necklace hemp choker round my neck expect to hold ground while my left hands steady my ring finger displays an absentee love cause I love life more than the men that they take more than any amount of giving scars litter my wrist they are a constant reminder of pain and suffering that I am continually wearing bracelets of the, "let me take this from you" "don't worry this won't hurt I promise you" **** you- because my fist breaks the beads and snaps it's band like understand its not the risk but I listen, eves droppin on pointless conversations hoping to be included but the sterling silver ring pierced through the cartilage you fiddlin with repels them all shows everyone how you always anxious careful footsteps for eggshell walking anklets made or were once given hang loose on em' like re-tethering hope double knots even with the perfect rope never solved the hurt and I know.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
Accessories to My Personality
I'm a mess, yet I am only as beautiful as the pieces I kept a tangled chain the rut of the "diamond" necklace hemp choker round my neck expect to hold ground while my left hands steady my ring finger displays an absentee love cause I love life more than the men that they take more than any amount of giving scars litter my wrist they are a constant reminder of pain and suffering that I am continually wearing bracelets of the, "let me take this from you" "don't worry this won't hurt I promise you" **** you- because my fist breaks the beads and snaps it's band like understand its not the risk but I listen, eves droppin on pointless conversations hoping to be included but the sterling silver ring pierced through the cartilage you fiddlin with repels them all shows everyone how you always anxious careful footsteps for eggshell walking anklets made or were once given hang loose on em' like re-tethering hope double knots even with the perfect rope never solved the hurt and I know.
alexis-9
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
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