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I've been here before. My heart finds a home In the cold of your shoulder, The sting of your silence, The bite of your blame As I hold my knees To the edge of the bed. I've been here before; I've counted the bricks One by one As you pile them between, Locking me out, leaving me Alone, armed with nothing but a dull knife And shattered ribs. I've been here before; I know the words you keep Coiled between the plates Of your skull. Harsh words, left to marinate,     Thicken, grow. I've been here before In this place that I know so well, This place I fell back into head first again Cinder blocks tied to my ankles And I'm drowning In your eyes And your pain And this vicious cycle Some ******* Called love.
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
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I've been here before. My heart finds a home In the cold of your shoulder, The sting of your silence, The bite of your blame As I hold my knees To the edge of the bed. I've been here before; I've counted the bricks One by one As you pile them between, Locking me out, leaving me Alone, armed with nothing but a dull knife And shattered ribs. I've been here before; I know the words you keep Coiled between the plates Of your skull. Harsh words, left to marinate,     Thicken, grow. I've been here before In this place that I know so well, This place I fell back into head first again Cinder blocks tied to my ankles And I'm drowning In your eyes And your pain And this vicious cycle Some ******* Called love.
#love#hurt
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chelsea-mcmahon
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
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