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Feb 2018
I wear the scars of our love
like the tattoos of a lost warrior.
On my heart; their weight
impeding my decisions.
My mind; clouded with visions
in the future we envisioned.
My skin; crawling with emotions
That tear at my flesh.
Solely we'll be missing you.
My soul;
split into two pieces
for its whole life me
the prisoner of true love
held captive in my own prison.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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