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Mar 2016
My brain cannot move an inch without bumping into some piece of you
I’ll stop what I’m doing for a second
And I’ll think about what it would be like if you were still mine
And what you are doing
But I quickly push those thoughts away
Because why think about something that only brings pain?
My love, you are the most exquisite form of self destruction
Written by
Erin Burgess  Kitty Hawk
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