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Jun 2016
when blue eyes are enough. wrists painted white to cover up your scars.
i said i never loved you,
but i lied.
to protect you from the dark in me.
all of my broken pieces, hidden in the darkest corner
of the last room down the longest hall-
and the walls i built won't crumble
standing strong for too long now,
your hands won't set me free this time
your arms won't hold me still this time.
a wildfire
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