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my thoughts are blue. my bruises are green. all you do is scream scream scream. broken fingers. misplaced trust. my conscience is beginning to rust. it sits idly in the swamps of my mind. i pretend that's just fine.

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starg1rl

Published: Dec 3, 2016
LinesWords: 1039

Notes: i always forget how terrible of a writer i am until i try to write again.
Tags: #trust #broken #mind #scream #blue #bruise

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