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I feel like my body is made of grains of rice When you hold me I collapse and slip through your grasp You just aren't the 'forever type' are you? One day someone will either slip with me or help me hold us together Then you'll see what you could have been with me
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
Rice
I feel like my body is made of grains of rice When you hold me I collapse and slip through your grasp You just aren't the 'forever type' are you? One day someone will either slip with me or help me hold us together Then you'll see what you could have been with me
Listen, I wrote this at 4 in the morning im not even 100% sure what I was trying to say here.
Pyrrha
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24/F/Texas
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
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