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Sep 2013
Pain tastes a lot like love
Get a drop too much of either
on the wrong day, and you'll unravel
Desperately

He was porcelain skin,
designed with pretty ink lines
and attentive, crystal eyes

His words filled the cracks
in my foundation, one by one
until I was built to depend on him

He's so far away from me now
But the debris still settles all around me

It rained all morning
I missed class to lie in bed
And I said,
Some days will cut you so deeply
You won't feel the pain
Until its too late to
nurse the scars away
Today is just one of those days


I just want to be okay
I'm so alone and it's hard to be okay
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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