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Feb 2015
when the breath of your words hit my skin, it just makes my wounds bleed more

at first you think you have a band-aid and it will be okay and you aren't bleeding and then the wounds itch and you think they're starting to heal but really they're learning how to break the band-aid apart from your skin again

it's been a while since i've had a good cry and i'm glad you brought me back to that reality as i've been crying continuously in the past three hours and i know you can't ignore your own wounds either but did you really have to make me believe false promises in order to become a prize or trophy instead of just a human being?
the existential romanticist
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