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Nov 2016
It's fine it's my fault

chase me away
throwing china bone fists to shatter
leave the shards
they'll cut not bruise
healing over to seal my
hands to my sides because i would
(never never never)
rather take a thousand blows than
hurt You.
(sorry)

I'm sorry I never called
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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