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i sit here during an ungodly hour wondering if it was right or if i actual have feelings for a person who stings my heart the way the bumble bee stung my toes when I was eight years old. i sit here during god’s soft cries thinking if only i had left or said goodbye earlier to the boy who took my heart into his strong, veiny hands and individually broke every piece of my blood-pumping ***** making sure nothing was left but the shards of my heart that would give me splinters throughout my hands and arms and chest and lungs. maybe if i had left or said goodbye earlier, then maybe i wouldn't be here with sand bags under my eyes.
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
sit here
i sit here during an ungodly hour wondering if it was right or if i actual have feelings for a person who stings my heart the way the bumble bee stung my toes when I was eight years old. i sit here during god’s soft cries thinking if only i had left or said goodbye earlier to the boy who took my heart into his strong, veiny hands and individually broke every piece of my blood-pumping ***** making sure nothing was left but the shards of my heart that would give me splinters throughout my hands and arms and chest and lungs. maybe if i had left or said goodbye earlier, then maybe i wouldn't be here with sand bags under my eyes.
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
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