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Every now and then, It drips Like water From my ceiling, Until all I see is The rain. It follows me Through the breeze And sounds like the word “Please” Drowning me in shame. I can still hear it trembling, Like a lie Behind clenched teeth. A lie that no one can hear but me. It waits until my skin Finally feels clean, And reverts me Back to a time That still tastes like seventeen. I don’t want to remember You in a place You didn’t belong. I don’t want to remember Because no one would believe me. But I still feel it here. It drips like water from my ceiling. It follows me through the breeze. I can hear it trembling, like a lie behind clenched teeth. A lie that only I can hear. And it makes my skin feel *****
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Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
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Every now and then, It drips Like water From my ceiling, Until all I see is The rain. It follows me Through the breeze And sounds like the word “Please” Drowning me in shame. I can still hear it trembling, Like a lie Behind clenched teeth. A lie that no one can hear but me. It waits until my skin Finally feels clean, And reverts me Back to a time That still tastes like seventeen. I don’t want to remember You in a place You didn’t belong. I don’t want to remember Because no one would believe me. But I still feel it here. It drips like water from my ceiling. It follows me through the breeze. I can hear it trembling, like a lie behind clenched teeth. A lie that only I can hear. And it makes my skin feel *****
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Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
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