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I miss him so much I feel it in my bones as they bend and break Like a bullet ripping through my skin I felt the emptiness make my body its home I spent 4 months trying to throw up the remains of you left inside of me My hands cold trembling with the weight of memories My eyes weary spilling my final regrets You brought me roses but forgot to remove the thorns and I didn't realize until now that it was a foreshadow of this
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
Roses and Thorns.
I miss him so much I feel it in my bones as they bend and break Like a bullet ripping through my skin I felt the emptiness make my body its home I spent 4 months trying to throw up the remains of you left inside of me My hands cold trembling with the weight of memories My eyes weary spilling my final regrets You brought me roses but forgot to remove the thorns and I didn't realize until now that it was a foreshadow of this
If they say they don't want to hurt you, that's the first thing they will do.
emilymercados
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
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