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'He spoke about his scars with uncertainty' I looked at them with admiration 'He said He had Cigarettes Put out On his back' Oh how many tears have been stuck in your lacrimal sac? and how many infarcts are in your lungs? How many cells of yours are apoptotic? And how tired is your heart from pumping blood to your scars, in hopes that there would be tissue to feed and skin to color...? ...in hopes that in some way you have gotten back to normal? little does your heart know you're better than normal you're special you're delightful, "I love you"
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
The First Time I Said "I Love You"
'He spoke about his scars with uncertainty' I looked at them with admiration 'He said He had Cigarettes Put out On his back' Oh how many tears have been stuck in your lacrimal sac? and how many infarcts are in your lungs? How many cells of yours are apoptotic? And how tired is your heart from pumping blood to your scars, in hopes that there would be tissue to feed and skin to color...? ...in hopes that in some way you have gotten back to normal? little does your heart know you're better than normal you're special you're delightful, "I love you"
ellie-hughes
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
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