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there's no such thing as "the one that got away" he was gone the whole time, a ghost floating through my bedroom walls, and the passenger's seat of my beat up little car there's no such thing as "skeletons in the closet" they're always clawing at my feet, telling their stories through my teeth there's no time that heals wounds, ive been waking up in pools of sweat and the hour glass on my dresser is sick and tired of doing flips there's no way around this, i'm caught in circles and i'm getting sick he said "everything will be okay" and nothing was he said "everything will be okay" and nothing is how much can a person swallow before they drown? my lungs are swimming laps around my body, i swear i'm coughing up the sea... i swear i'm coughing up what little is left of me... and don't tell me about the light at the end of the tunnel and don't tell me about the rainbow after the rain when my thighs are aching from sprinting in the dark and i'm cold to my bones from living soaking wet i won't do this again tonight i'll find a home in a stranger's town i won't do this again tonight i refuse to stick around
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
melbourne bound
there's no such thing as "the one that got away" he was gone the whole time, a ghost floating through my bedroom walls, and the passenger's seat of my beat up little car there's no such thing as "skeletons in the closet" they're always clawing at my feet, telling their stories through my teeth there's no time that heals wounds, ive been waking up in pools of sweat and the hour glass on my dresser is sick and tired of doing flips there's no way around this, i'm caught in circles and i'm getting sick he said "everything will be okay" and nothing was he said "everything will be okay" and nothing is how much can a person swallow before they drown? my lungs are swimming laps around my body, i swear i'm coughing up the sea... i swear i'm coughing up what little is left of me... and don't tell me about the light at the end of the tunnel and don't tell me about the rainbow after the rain when my thighs are aching from sprinting in the dark and i'm cold to my bones from living soaking wet i won't do this again tonight i'll find a home in a stranger's town i won't do this again tonight i refuse to stick around
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25/F/American
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
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