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Apr 2018
i can feel it in my stomach
the loneliness it settling in
rising up through my throat
choking on things that don’t exist
i’m sorry to whoever has felt this
i wish i was still ignorant
to this torture
tears have never tasted so sweet
the saltiness chaps my lips
oxygen has never felt so much like poison
my lungs no longer seem to exist
my rib cage now is a graveyard
for a heart that used to beat
a heart that was ripped out by the hands of a man i love
a love so strong it drove him away
i have never felt a pain like this before
everything feels meaningless
life is colourless
i am not who i was two days before
and i don’t think i will ever get over this.
i don’t think i’ll recover
i want you to come back
i need to stop making myself believe that you’ll be at my front door with roses in hand saying you’re sorry and please take me back, this isn’t a ******* hallmark movie.
frankie
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frankie  16/F/florida
(16/F/florida)   
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   skyler and andromeda green
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