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Feb 2016
eyes meet
no way to escape this time
no constructed lies
all I ask is
to cut loose before your word falls through
before their demise
please just leave.

here’s to the grey-lit sunday’s
and the hours you called me on the phone
and here’s to the nights together
where it finally felt like home.
here’s to all your new lovers
and how they all look like me
and here’s to my shattered bones,
how they refuse to break cleanly.

you took what you came for
with no regard for the pain
it was never of your concern
you just came here to ****.
you drug me through circles
till there was nothing left of me
I’m left with an unrecognizable shell
you took everything.
Anna
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Anna
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   --- and ryn
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