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If only ripping out a heart was like removing the pit from a peach, I would have hundreds in a police lineup and could point to hers — officer, she is the one that ruined me. Those black spots on my lungs was not because I smoke, rather, they came from the time she put a cigarette lighter to my chest and set all my love on fire. And that kidney I am missing, it would not be the first ***** she took to be able to **** right onto my soul. He wants to kiss my eyelids while I sleep but I have none, I have not closed my eyes for almost a year, yet the whole time I have been having nightmares of burn-holes.
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
burn holes
If only ripping out a heart was like removing the pit from a peach, I would have hundreds in a police lineup and could point to hers — officer, she is the one that ruined me. Those black spots on my lungs was not because I smoke, rather, they came from the time she put a cigarette lighter to my chest and set all my love on fire. And that kidney I am missing, it would not be the first ***** she took to be able to **** right onto my soul. He wants to kiss my eyelids while I sleep but I have none, I have not closed my eyes for almost a year, yet the whole time I have been having nightmares of burn-holes.
sarina
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
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