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Jul 2020
You don't get to see it but nobody gets the me that you get. You bring the calm to my chaos and soften my rough edges. God knows I have a lot of rough edges. You cushion my steel spine and break the glass covering my heart. I wonder if you know how much power you have over me.
Yes I know you read these sometimes and yes it's you I'm talking about.
Written by
Tahlia-rayne
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