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Aug 2016
STOMACH HURTS
SAD ****
WHY’D YOU GO AND RUIN EVERYTHING AGAIN?

SAY NO, NEXT TIME
THERE’LL ALWAYS BE A
NEXT TIME

HARD FOR ANYONE TO KNOW
JUST HOW ALONE
WHEN ALL YOU DO IS CRAVE TOUCH
WANT MORE, ASK FOR LESS,
AND LOOK BORED

NEVER BEEN A FIRST TIME
IF THERE WAS IT WAS A
LONG TIME AGO

AND HARD TO MAKE FRIENDS
KEEP ENDS MET AND TIED
WHEN THE DISPOSITION’S
ALWAYS CHANGING FROM
DREAM GIRL TO A NAIL GUN

WE’VE NEVER BEEN TOGETHER
WHEN IT’S RAINING BUT, TODAY
IS A DOWNPOUR SO WHY CAN
I ONLY HEAR YOUR VOICE?
Been a  long time since I last posted. Likely only going to use this as an outlet for love poems and heartache  anyways
Liv B
Written by
Liv B  Ontario, Canada
(Ontario, Canada)   
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