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The presence of you in my head the ghost of what I could have had He’s not like you and I can’t stand it He’s angry at me for ******** up everything His voice rips through my anxious thoughts like the invisible blade cutting through my heart And I just want to tell you that it’s not a clean cut It’s messy and hurts like hell, but I blame myself
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Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 8:58 PM UTC
Ghosts
The presence of you in my head the ghost of what I could have had He’s not like you and I can’t stand it He’s angry at me for ******** up everything His voice rips through my anxious thoughts like the invisible blade cutting through my heart And I just want to tell you that it’s not a clean cut It’s messy and hurts like hell, but I blame myself
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Bolivian
Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 8:58 PM UTC
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