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Mar 2015
Call me when it's over
When you've crashed into pieces
When the irises of my eyes shatter like the broken bits of your body
Don't let go so easy when you know why I need you
And I can swear you drove yourself with intent
My lungs were the only thing screaming
For you to stop
Not even your breaks told you no I just want you to
Beat fists against my ribs and
Bruise me like you did before
My bones are still broken in the sweetest ******* way
You know I like the way you make me hurt
Tear the skin off my legs and call me out for my
Insecurity
Do it before you go
Because once your gone the only reverb will be from my renewed recovery
Lizabeth Malone
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Lizabeth Malone  21/F
(21/F)   
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