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Jul 2014
In my anatomy class we learned that the ribcage was meant to protect the heart, but mine must be faulty because you reached right in and grabbed it out of my ******* chest and threw it against the wall. For someone who said they'd always be there, you're being kind of distant and if you're going to pretend I don't exist it'd be nice if you put me back together first.
What is this? Not even poetry goodbye
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Ally  California
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