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How many rooms of the house do I have to clean to get rid of you? Which will happen first; my arms falling off or my heart falling out? Which do you think would be more painful? Because you didn't rip it out and stamp all over it. It isn't like how people say. You left it there, with the damage that you had done. You left it there to rot. It can't be cleaned like the rooms of the house. I simply don't see how I can ever get clean of you. If my arms fall off then I can no longer reach for you But i think I would rather my heart fall out so that I am free of you and the desire to reach - to cling - can be gone.
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Aug 11, 2024
Aug 11, 2024 at 2:10 PM UTC
Spring Cleaning
How many rooms of the house do I have to clean to get rid of you? Which will happen first; my arms falling off or my heart falling out? Which do you think would be more painful? Because you didn't rip it out and stamp all over it. It isn't like how people say. You left it there, with the damage that you had done. You left it there to rot. It can't be cleaned like the rooms of the house. I simply don't see how I can ever get clean of you. If my arms fall off then I can no longer reach for you But i think I would rather my heart fall out so that I am free of you and the desire to reach - to cling - can be gone.
To an old flame, why, oh why, won't you go out.
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19/F/England
Aug 11, 2024
Aug 11, 2024 at 2:10 PM UTC
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