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i cut the black ribbon that connected our hearts next day- i see you here with a girl on your strong arm, one of my best friends. you traded whispers in my dads maserati for chilling on her torn couch it's ****** my veins are fried, frontal lobe is hysteric instead of crying myself to sleep, i decide to put on a politician's smile and swallow my robitussin pride you tore my ribs open inhaled my smoky lungs so i take your weaknesses and fashion them into insults- nearly as painful as the ballpoint pen you shoved into my heart i bet you're telling her the same **** you told me ver. ba. tim. copy paste you can't recreate what we had
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:27 AM UTC
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i cut the black ribbon that connected our hearts next day- i see you here with a girl on your strong arm, one of my best friends. you traded whispers in my dads maserati for chilling on her torn couch it's ****** my veins are fried, frontal lobe is hysteric instead of crying myself to sleep, i decide to put on a politician's smile and swallow my robitussin pride you tore my ribs open inhaled my smoky lungs so i take your weaknesses and fashion them into insults- nearly as painful as the ballpoint pen you shoved into my heart i bet you're telling her the same **** you told me ver. ba. tim. copy paste you can't recreate what we had
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 8:27 AM UTC
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