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Aug 2014
I don't know what love is and I'm not sure I'll ever know but your name is burning in the back of my throat and
I want you to take my body and rip my chest apart because it would feel better than the absence of your words
when we speak but nothing is said.

I couldn't tell you why I left because I'm still trying to figure that out and I'm losing you when I never had you.

I'm lying here in this bed thrashing where you would be and I don't know what to do with myself

I need you to say you'll calm me down but how is that possible if our skin has never even met
I don't know how long I can romanticize 189 miles and you're fading faster than the early morning fog and I don't know how to stop it

There's a lot of ******* things I don't know- but I know I don't want to go on with out you.

What have you done to me
wounded words
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