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n Mar 10
I don’t think things through.
Pensive punishment for anything slightly out of place,
n’importe quoi
I overthink.
i yearned so badly to be healed
that i let you into my heart
i crammed you into the small space left inside
and just hoped you had good intentions
i dont let just anyone in

— The End —