Your words were like nicotine.
Hands like knifes.
You cut into my skin and calmed with your words
You made me blind to the damage you had done
I hadn't realized how badly I was cut. How broken I became.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC
Your words were like nicotine.
Hands like knifes.
You cut into my skin and calmed with your words
You made me blind to the damage you had done
I hadn't realized how badly I was cut. How broken I became.
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