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Mar 2016
Every time your eyes told me
this was going to get better,
I strangled every nerve,
pushed them out of my skin.

And every time you told me to move on,
I broke my own bones,
but it was you
who I wanted to be hurt by it,
it was you I wanted to break.

Please tell me at least once I did.
Written by
Sarrah Vilar  F
(F)   
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