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Nov 2014
He can have my arm

You can have my leg

He can have my heart

You can have my torso

And I'll be left
     with my head
     and the rest of
     my tattered body parts
           like always
So empty.
Just don't touch me
Just don't talk to me.
I need to find someone who can love me.
I need to stop tormenting myself.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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   ---, A Sickening Love and Tupelo
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