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Apr 2017
I wonder why we keep
calling something
begging for relief
"love",
I wonder why we
call each other "company',
but if you insist,
I might let you stay
as long as your love isn't
just a fleeting feeling,
always flying away.
When I realized that
glass couldn't make me bleed,
I realized then neither should you;
you're only a broken person
and all your parts
are made up of damaged appliances,
just like all of us.
Crimsyy
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Crimsyy  17/F/In my mind
(17/F/In my mind)   
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   Kim Johanna Baker and Timothy
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