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He is the extraordinary one, the one who grew wings and flew away. Went to the City of Angels to prove to me that he belonged in that atmosphere. He took my heart and shattered it into a million tiny pieces, reached into my body and dug his fingers into my organs to empty out all the blood and bad in them. He emptied my translucent veins out onto the cold bathroom floor, making me cold like stone, unable to move and see and breathe, without as so much as an apology. He was the humming in my veins, but I wasn't even the ******* dust on his  f i n g e r t i p s. & if he was to fly back to me and smile that smug smile of his, I'd let him hurt and empty me all over again.
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
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He is the extraordinary one, the one who grew wings and flew away. Went to the City of Angels to prove to me that he belonged in that atmosphere. He took my heart and shattered it into a million tiny pieces, reached into my body and dug his fingers into my organs to empty out all the blood and bad in them. He emptied my translucent veins out onto the cold bathroom floor, making me cold like stone, unable to move and see and breathe, without as so much as an apology. He was the humming in my veins, but I wasn't even the ******* dust on his  f i n g e r t i p s. & if he was to fly back to me and smile that smug smile of his, I'd let him hurt and empty me all over again.
June 14, 2014 at 7.40am
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
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