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Nov 2015
I can't do anything but lay here and bleed and bruise,
Ripping out my hair,
Screaming for air,
Mascara tears deteriorating my eyes,
His words ringing in my ears,
I was his motif,
He waited until it was far too late,
To speak these words of true raw feeling,
You can't have me back,
And you have no right to make me feel this way again.
SMW
rueben
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rueben  21/Non-binary/Ontario, Canada
(21/Non-binary/Ontario, Canada)   
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   Kylie Morgan
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