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Jan 2017
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 forβ€”
but she was afraid
of losing him;
of forgetting the
feeling of loving him.
posted this on my ig first hehe
rica
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