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Panic switch

I can't. It hurts too much, I love you and I never said it and it ended too soon and now the words are fucking burnt on top of my tongue and heart forever stitched into my memory like an infected Wound closed too early that harbors a breeding infection worsening with time. And I hate it, wish I could cut it out like a nagging splinter but I can't because it's intangible so fuck you and fuck this and fuck me for Letting you sear me branding your face into my eye sockets so I can't rest and I close my lids on purpose just to see you. So when he thinks I'm lost in kissing him my eyes are screwed shut because I'm saying hi to you again with my lips.
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Feb 5, 2015
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