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Dec 2015
it ******* hurts
and you can say im not allowed to feel that
that im not allowed to care
because i did my fair share of tearing our home apart
but baby
no matter how you stab someone
nor where
they will still bleed
so this is me, my boxes finally packed and leaving what's left of us behind, and taking all that's left of me
im moving on
it's ******* 5 am what am i doing
caroline
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