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hanahaki

it hurt her;

every single bits

and pieces of

flowers she vomits;

they tasted like

sandpaper,

they hurt like

the feeling of

being stabbed in

the back by the

person you love

the most (both

physically and

emotionally),

but what hurt her the

most is that

he wasn't really

worth dying for—

but she was afraid

of losing him;

of forgetting the

feeling of loving him.

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Written by

lerica

Published: Jan 18, 2017
LinesWords: 2266

Notes: posted this on my ig first hehe
Tags: #love #flowers #poems #tragic #unrequited #onesided #hanahaki

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