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After Hell and back to hear your voice all deep and gravely on the other end of the phone receiver makes all the difference When my belly's empty and I'm about to collapse Oh yeah, I already did! I called you up biting my lip and you answered on the second ring enthusiastic about some new job thing I'm a foodie, I said I noticed, you answered I'm a girl with a BIG appetite, who cares so much about other people's well-being that she burns out quicker than a single sheet of paper to a lighter's fine flame when the going gets rough her thin skin gets tough what a shame! After hell and back there's no more of the same is there…? What's left is but the ash stuck to the bottom of the bin in fine dust and after hell has burnt me to a crisp and worry seeps in I try to not cry but tears invade the corners of my eyes stinging and ringing a fear so contrite but if I avoid the things that scare me I'll never find freedom and that's all my charred feet want--release from first time jitters-- and you're real you're actually real and that's the scariest part of all it really is time now to break down my wall
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
After Hell and Back
After Hell and back to hear your voice all deep and gravely on the other end of the phone receiver makes all the difference When my belly's empty and I'm about to collapse Oh yeah, I already did! I called you up biting my lip and you answered on the second ring enthusiastic about some new job thing I'm a foodie, I said I noticed, you answered I'm a girl with a BIG appetite, who cares so much about other people's well-being that she burns out quicker than a single sheet of paper to a lighter's fine flame when the going gets rough her thin skin gets tough what a shame! After hell and back there's no more of the same is there…? What's left is but the ash stuck to the bottom of the bin in fine dust and after hell has burnt me to a crisp and worry seeps in I try to not cry but tears invade the corners of my eyes stinging and ringing a fear so contrite but if I avoid the things that scare me I'll never find freedom and that's all my charred feet want--release from first time jitters-- and you're real you're actually real and that's the scariest part of all it really is time now to break down my wall
sienna-luna
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
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