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Don't Worry.

Today, you're breaking my heart.

Tomorrow will be the same, I'm sure. The really funny thing is: you don't know you're doing it. 

So **** it.

**** this. 

**** me. 

Keep breaking my heart, 

soon enough I'll be numb as hell and it won't matter what we've done.

 

It's okay, baby.

Don't worry, I'm happy.

I found my plaster mask-

Made up just right:

pretty, smiling,

And just what you'd like

To lay your oceans on.

 

Don't worry, I'm numb.

And no no no, I don't feel that knife.

 

I've never felt more alive than I have in this moment,

Never felt less than that knife's

Cold spine against frigid mine.

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l-e-dow
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Mar 29, 2012
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