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i wish that i could love you, but it seems that i can't allow myself that gruesome of a demise i wish that i could love you, but whenever i think of you and i and you granting me a title, just to forget my name and remember their's once it floats off of their tongue when you ask them how they're doing, i remember that i cannot love you i wish that i could love you, but i am so content with the feeling of my chest at rest and i don't wish to feel an ache if i were to catch you in the arms of another it is so simple to leave you be, so simple to detach myself emotionally i wish that i could love you, but if i give you every part of me, i can see it now the blood of my heart in your hands the ripped muscle of the ***** wrapped around your fingers the picture of you and them interlocked, mirrored in my eyes as tears float on my cheeks and now i know now i know that i cannot love you so please do not ask
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
trust issues
i wish that i could love you, but it seems that i can't allow myself that gruesome of a demise i wish that i could love you, but whenever i think of you and i and you granting me a title, just to forget my name and remember their's once it floats off of their tongue when you ask them how they're doing, i remember that i cannot love you i wish that i could love you, but i am so content with the feeling of my chest at rest and i don't wish to feel an ache if i were to catch you in the arms of another it is so simple to leave you be, so simple to detach myself emotionally i wish that i could love you, but if i give you every part of me, i can see it now the blood of my heart in your hands the ripped muscle of the ***** wrapped around your fingers the picture of you and them interlocked, mirrored in my eyes as tears float on my cheeks and now i know now i know that i cannot love you so please do not ask
kalix
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Bahamas
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
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