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Mar 2014
there was beauty in her heart
and in a heartbeat it was gone
your breathing was too heavy
and your hands were too strong
the bruises she left on your neck
were like reminders of a disease
you vomited down her parents toliet
she still kissed you on the cheek
your skin felt so ***** you scrubbed
until you scraped it all away

now you walk around like a ghost
hoping you're not seen
you keep apologising to her
even in your sleep
phantom
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