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Jan 2014
My skin is cold
your hands are warm
My lungs are black
your heart is gold
My fingers can't stop trembling
your hands can't stop shaking
I'm sorry i'm breaking.
I'm sorry you're done saving.
Don't be sorry,
it's my fault.
I'm drowning,
it wasn't your job to teach me how to swim.
augustine
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