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putting myself first is something I've never been good at. a fragile heart too big for my chest, filled with such love, but not for myself. I will tend to your wounds, and sing you to sleep anything you need and nothing for me
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
too small of a cage
putting myself first is something I've never been good at. a fragile heart too big for my chest, filled with such love, but not for myself. I will tend to your wounds, and sing you to sleep anything you need and nothing for me
a heart this big isn't made to survive
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
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