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I HAD LOST MY HEART DECADES AGO TO A BOY WITH SLENDER FINGERS MADE TO CHOKE MY NECK AND BURN MY SKIN BRUISED KNUCKLES MADE ART ON MY HANDS OR SO HE SAID BUT I DON'T THINK ART WAS SUPPOSED TO HURT LIKE THAT I HAD LOST MY LUNGS IN A HAZE OF SMOKE AND LUST HE TOOK MY BREATH AWAY AND NEVER BOTHERED TO GIVE IT BACK I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YEARS ONLY TO BECOME ACQUAINTED WITH LOST GIRLS MADE BY TOXIC LOVE AND BROKEN BONES BUT I NEVER DID FIND MYSELF
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
my hands' been broken
I HAD LOST MY HEART DECADES AGO TO A BOY WITH SLENDER FINGERS MADE TO CHOKE MY NECK AND BURN MY SKIN BRUISED KNUCKLES MADE ART ON MY HANDS OR SO HE SAID BUT I DON'T THINK ART WAS SUPPOSED TO HURT LIKE THAT I HAD LOST MY LUNGS IN A HAZE OF SMOKE AND LUST HE TOOK MY BREATH AWAY AND NEVER BOTHERED TO GIVE IT BACK I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YEARS ONLY TO BECOME ACQUAINTED WITH LOST GIRLS MADE BY TOXIC LOVE AND BROKEN BONES BUT I NEVER DID FIND MYSELF
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Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
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