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Jan 2015
each time you talk to me it's like swallowing swords.
nails on a chalkboard.
how can i tell you anything
if you don't bother to listen.
each time you breathe
i hear a symphony of pots and pans
electric currents buzzing and droning on through the night.
im hung up in you
like all the late night phone calls we never had
ill love you
like the way you treated me
******
and
ill remember you
as the boy who never kept his promises.
**always.
Kill me slowly
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Kill me slowly
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   robin and Raven
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