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This morning I realised You aren't the type To cry at your wedding. This is the first step to forgetting By pulling your faults out of thin air, Taking a pin to my thoughts And piercing holes in my fantasies That explode into a thousand pieces Showering me in tiny fragments Of every name you've called me. Darling Beautiful Lovely But I catch all those shards Cutting my fingers Push them into my heart and my mind And leave myself bleeding.
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
Darling, Beautiful, Lovely
This morning I realised You aren't the type To cry at your wedding. This is the first step to forgetting By pulling your faults out of thin air, Taking a pin to my thoughts And piercing holes in my fantasies That explode into a thousand pieces Showering me in tiny fragments Of every name you've called me. Darling Beautiful Lovely But I catch all those shards Cutting my fingers Push them into my heart and my mind And leave myself bleeding.
aimee-is-rixon
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
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