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Each petal born is an eternal wound. No scars form on this heart for this heart is already at full bloom. So many petals fill my chest and I breathe in their scent. I need to find someone who can rip away the petals like I would in a game of "He loves me, He loves me not." Until a heart is revealed. And pray to God it is still beating once you are done.
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Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 7:07 PM UTC
Petals
Each petal born is an eternal wound. No scars form on this heart for this heart is already at full bloom. So many petals fill my chest and I breathe in their scent. I need to find someone who can rip away the petals like I would in a game of "He loves me, He loves me not." Until a heart is revealed. And pray to God it is still beating once you are done.
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Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 7:07 PM UTC
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