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I always feel different after a break up Not in the ways you expect But stronger in a sad way In Survival Mode I feel prettier I feel more capable and older and wiser My hair falls nicer I'm slimmer and taller Survival Mode reminds me of flings past Suppressed crushes Surfacing above new earth But the earth is made of bricks And they keep getting stepped on Until eventually Love lost becomes the past And the bricks break into pieces And when I clean them up The soil shows itself And Survival Mode is on standby And the heart will go back up 6 inches higher in my chest Where it was before And maybe I won't be as tall as I was in Survival Mode But at least I knew myself in that time To show perseverance and grace
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
Survival
I always feel different after a break up Not in the ways you expect But stronger in a sad way In Survival Mode I feel prettier I feel more capable and older and wiser My hair falls nicer I'm slimmer and taller Survival Mode reminds me of flings past Suppressed crushes Surfacing above new earth But the earth is made of bricks And they keep getting stepped on Until eventually Love lost becomes the past And the bricks break into pieces And when I clean them up The soil shows itself And Survival Mode is on standby And the heart will go back up 6 inches higher in my chest Where it was before And maybe I won't be as tall as I was in Survival Mode But at least I knew myself in that time To show perseverance and grace
wallamo
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
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