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Chest full to the brim Waterfalls spill over You pick up the piece There falls another While bending to help I see scissors on my lover Laid in his hands The blood provides cover You cut out a piece There falls another With tired eyes I look to you and say "Thanks for putting me back together".
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Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
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Chest full to the brim Waterfalls spill over You pick up the piece There falls another While bending to help I see scissors on my lover Laid in his hands The blood provides cover You cut out a piece There falls another With tired eyes I look to you and say "Thanks for putting me back together".
Its hard to see that someone is pulling you apart when all you can see is them putting you back together
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Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
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