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Ammonia Burnt pieces of my heart with your spit on them, burnt pieces I want to send away and never see again... They are just unwanted souvenirs from lies I don't want to hear again, presents I don't want to receive again. Seething for what seemed like an eternity, I am finally unleashing all the pent up fire; your time for my mercy and forgiveness has expired. I am slowly coming to terms with the damage you have caused; I was a city and then you ravaged me... covered me in bruises, tattoos, smoke and graffiti. Suffocating me, you smell of cunning endeavors, childish behaviors; a touch of you is toxic enough to make me wish I didn't breathe. My lips might say otherwise, my mind might even say otherwise, but my ammonia-soaked bones will never forgive you.
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
Decem
Ammonia Burnt pieces of my heart with your spit on them, burnt pieces I want to send away and never see again... They are just unwanted souvenirs from lies I don't want to hear again, presents I don't want to receive again. Seething for what seemed like an eternity, I am finally unleashing all the pent up fire; your time for my mercy and forgiveness has expired. I am slowly coming to terms with the damage you have caused; I was a city and then you ravaged me... covered me in bruises, tattoos, smoke and graffiti. Suffocating me, you smell of cunning endeavors, childish behaviors; a touch of you is toxic enough to make me wish I didn't breathe. My lips might say otherwise, my mind might even say otherwise, but my ammonia-soaked bones will never forgive you.
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
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