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Jul 17
and in those 23 seconds
i could not breath or think or speak
astounded with my inability to be
ok without you
iā€™m suspended in time
trying to change reality
you left me
and i have no more words for you
except to say
i imagined fashioning my pain into some sort of weapon
but only for those 23 seconds
and then i recalled that
i still love you
and i could never hurt you
oh but how i want to
mila splawska
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mila splawska  15/F/probably my room
(15/F/probably my room)   
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