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slow burn Mar 2018
if i could write all the words
that needed to be written
to open the pages up to you
so that you might see my heart
and know that it is for you
so that you might love it back

and that when you wake up weak
i'll be there to separate you from the *******
you might know peace and quiet
and gain your strength back

light broken into arrows that pierce the heart
like the ones that bend from the tears in your eyes
and the darkness that came from the words you wrote that night

scribbled on a napkin
your final words to me
"you might want to get yourself checked out"
"the doctor told me I have ******"
nothing ever goes the way you plan it

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