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Hearing you call her your sunshine hurt me in a way that I didn’t expect. It didn’t hurt the way a toothache tastes or the way it smells when someone else blows out candles on your birthday cake; it hurt the way it stings to look underwater in the ocean, but I find myself doing it anyways because the provocative view is worth the pain.   You are salt water seeping into my tear ducts but I’m always stupid enough to open my eyes.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
sunshine
Hearing you call her your sunshine hurt me in a way that I didn’t expect. It didn’t hurt the way a toothache tastes or the way it smells when someone else blows out candles on your birthday cake; it hurt the way it stings to look underwater in the ocean, but I find myself doing it anyways because the provocative view is worth the pain.   You are salt water seeping into my tear ducts but I’m always stupid enough to open my eyes.
cassandra-
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
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