Crimpson tear stains drip againts the bathroom wall.
My heart stops beating.
slowly and then all at once.
I feel the trigger. I smell the laundry detergent that you used on your clothes
I still remember the smell.
The carvings will always remain but our feelings wont.
Not again i am sick and tired of thinking of you.
Its been three months now and the memories still ricochett in my mind.
I hate you.
I wish I never loved you.
Or is it just my mind?
My mind is playing tricks on me again.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
Crimpson tear stains drip againts the bathroom wall.
My heart stops beating.
slowly and then all at once.
I feel the trigger. I smell the laundry detergent that you used on your clothes
I still remember the smell.
The carvings will always remain but our feelings wont.
Not again i am sick and tired of thinking of you.
Its been three months now and the memories still ricochett in my mind.
I hate you.
I wish I never loved you.
Or is it just my mind?
My mind is playing tricks on me again.
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