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Every time I turn they hit me again and it hurts because I can't breathe or sleep or think or smirk or frown or talk or cry, without thinking about those vacuous memories we made that have woven their way into my godforsaken heart.
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
Mourn
Every time I turn they hit me again and it hurts because I can't breathe or sleep or think or smirk or frown or talk or cry, without thinking about those vacuous memories we made that have woven their way into my godforsaken heart.
Monotone
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Monotone
22/Non-binary/Wisconsin, USA
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
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