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Apr 2019
I know you’re up thinking about the past and…
frankly i can’t blame you,
the past is where you run to incase you feel alone in your bedroom
and feeling alone is what you’re into
you’re attracted to the pity people gave you
for feeling differently in pains that harbored you,
it hurts but its true, I see you listen to the things you know hurt you
and you think you’re haunted by the past
you purposely think so your hurt will resume,
you’re drugged by heartbreak because you've been broken into
but no mater the amount of times you **** you,
you will never end your sorrows
because they’ve become one with you.
Sometimes we all feel the pain of life and sometimes people get immersed in it, and after so much hurt. All they can feel is more hurt, a hopeless romantic, someone who hurts for the pleasure to feel better.
Nehemiah Swaim
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Nehemiah Swaim  23/M/California
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