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Left with the things not said The real life twist The the bruising from emotional fists The push and the pull Of the heart that's hopeless The empty head One always more than the other Just let it breathe Please Or **** it dead Do your best to be quick though When you cover it with the sensible smother Otherwise this thing will get bigger Take on the shape of a monster Uncontrollable Won't sleep in its box So disown it Then deny it Before you find The concrete, the comfortable and the expected Are what you've lost
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
You never said....
Left with the things not said The real life twist The the bruising from emotional fists The push and the pull Of the heart that's hopeless The empty head One always more than the other Just let it breathe Please Or **** it dead Do your best to be quick though When you cover it with the sensible smother Otherwise this thing will get bigger Take on the shape of a monster Uncontrollable Won't sleep in its box So disown it Then deny it Before you find The concrete, the comfortable and the expected Are what you've lost
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
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