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Aug 2015
I don't know what pieces of me want you.
It's lucky for you, honestlyΒ Β 
if I knew where they were hiding
I wouldn't think twice about ripping them out of me.
I would leave gapping holes in my chest,
I would abandon my mind for the sound of static on repeat,
I would swallow combustibles,
and paint my insides on the walls of my bedroom
if it meant I'd be able to want happiness for
myself
more than I want it for you.
Haven't written anything in a really long time?! Sorry.
Alexandria
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Alexandria  Toronto
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