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Hurts.

by the-lonely-wordsmith

Bloodied knuckles, and a bleeding wrist Waves of a feeling, I haven't missed I thought I was done with feeling this way I thought I was over crying everyday It's just as bad as it ever was It never ends it just goes on pause Hurts for the reason it does every time Hurts in the way that makes me rhyme.
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Feb 25, 2020
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