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My love, Stop hurting yourself. I watch you as your hands bleed, After picking up the shards of glass from her broken heart. You say you're okay, but you're not. You keep moving until you become paralyzed. Why do you do this? Is it because of love? Is it because you're lonely? How far are you willing to go?
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Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
Broken Glass
My love, Stop hurting yourself. I watch you as your hands bleed, After picking up the shards of glass from her broken heart. You say you're okay, but you're not. You keep moving until you become paralyzed. Why do you do this? Is it because of love? Is it because you're lonely? How far are you willing to go?
#love#broken#pain
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lks0805
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
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