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I’m the girl you’ll beg to forget. I **** cherries and stain my lips with their blood. Sometimes, I swallow the sky just to see how fast the stars will die inside me. I don’t speak, I scream. I am wind trapped in a room, the fire in your eyes. (hate or lust?) But I am not warm. With me, you’ll feel cold and alone. I live only so you hate who you are around me, you still can’t stop chasing after me. You’ll hate who you become when you get close to the girl who laughs lies and crushes rose petals just to see them bleed.
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
The Wrong Girl
I’m the girl you’ll beg to forget. I **** cherries and stain my lips with their blood. Sometimes, I swallow the sky just to see how fast the stars will die inside me. I don’t speak, I scream. I am wind trapped in a room, the fire in your eyes. (hate or lust?) But I am not warm. With me, you’ll feel cold and alone. I live only so you hate who you are around me, you still can’t stop chasing after me. You’ll hate who you become when you get close to the girl who laughs lies and crushes rose petals just to see them bleed.
violet-moradoe
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
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