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Oct 2019
I thought you'd fix the pain inside.
Your eyes left me nowhere to hide.
Naked, vulnerable, on top,
I sat there, sensitive to touch.

It didn't fix the emptiness,
I think it made it worse somehow.
The rifts inside my soul grew wide
as all the love we had poured out.
hungover
sara
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