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It’s not me, It’s you. It always was, And how could I be surprised? All along, it was you. Only you, no one else. Now all that’s left is me. Broken as ever. With eyes still swollen from the night before, Tear stained cheeks, And an epiphany in my mind. Maybe, It was me. Or you. Or us. But eventually it was no one. It was the empty spaces in your speech. It was the stutter in your breath. It was you. It was the missed calls. It was the arguments. It was me. Or maybe it was us. Slowly But Surely Falling (apart).
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Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
Break Us
It’s not me, It’s you. It always was, And how could I be surprised? All along, it was you. Only you, no one else. Now all that’s left is me. Broken as ever. With eyes still swollen from the night before, Tear stained cheeks, And an epiphany in my mind. Maybe, It was me. Or you. Or us. But eventually it was no one. It was the empty spaces in your speech. It was the stutter in your breath. It was you. It was the missed calls. It was the arguments. It was me. Or maybe it was us. Slowly But Surely Falling (apart).
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riaflowers
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riaflowers
22/Gender Fluid/USA
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
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