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Dec 2017
The pieces of my heart,
weigh me down
and cut me,
Yet,
I ache from the lies you spun
and the time I spent with you.

The next time we meet,
you won't have teeth.
You hurt me.
Don't hold your breath on my resurrection day,
you won't have it for long.

-Hollow.xo
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