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Apr 2015
Look, if we start fighting again please just pull out the knives you've been hiding under your pillow for so long,
and go right for my ******* heart.
Please just hurt me like you did that night i thought you were the love of my life but i ended up walking home with shaky hands and blood stained fingernails as if i'd been scratching on a wall with your words all over it
i want to feel the pain in my heart one last time
because i know you don't love me anymore
i need to feel the pain in my heart one last time
so i know it's real
Diba
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Diba  toronto
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