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every time it gets easier you come back yet no one is left but myself to clean your mess when you leave again without a goodbye the damage you do to my heart is painful it’s beautiful how after picking up my pieces i get excited and am ready to scatter them again when you pop out of nowhere without a second thought i swallow all your lies again and again not cool I would say not cool
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
Slow Death
every time it gets easier you come back yet no one is left but myself to clean your mess when you leave again without a goodbye the damage you do to my heart is painful it’s beautiful how after picking up my pieces i get excited and am ready to scatter them again when you pop out of nowhere without a second thought i swallow all your lies again and again not cool I would say not cool
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
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