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held captive in a type of non-verbal communication where a cold distance forces itself into the subtle breaks between my heartbeats there, keeps playing flashbacks of this morning as If I was trying to find a God within my bed ... which seemed to believe that you were the only thing I'm good enough for... as I so desperately dug into my bedsheets... which somehow seemed to convince me just enough that I was perfect enough to hold...
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Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
captive
held captive in a type of non-verbal communication where a cold distance forces itself into the subtle breaks between my heartbeats there, keeps playing flashbacks of this morning as If I was trying to find a God within my bed ... which seemed to believe that you were the only thing I'm good enough for... as I so desperately dug into my bedsheets... which somehow seemed to convince me just enough that I was perfect enough to hold...
love captive
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Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
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