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the first time i met you,
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i want to go underwater, and not resurface.
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every night, he looks out his window at her house. the shades are drawn and he can't see in. sometimes, if he looks right before she goe
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i. you can't be whole until you've been broken.
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she grips on tight to the cold metal
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you're wearing a red sweatshirt
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i want to run.
i don't know how,
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i remember, three years ago,
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not my best.
but this shit is still on my mind.
and i cant get it outtt.
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i read the last page of storybooks first
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maybe i don't know what i'm made up of,
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the wind is blowing westward tonight and i hope that maybe i'll get a piece of you because a piece is all i really need to be happy. my hig
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she picks out words that she likes in the dictionary because she wants to use them all in her poetry one day.
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i miss those broken bridges that run over the river behind your house. i miss sitting on the very edge, holding your hand and looking over into the water below. occasionally i'd spot a fish. but more often than not, we coul
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i hold your secrets close, i'm sorry it had to end like this.
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i miss the way you're cloudy eyes
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bittersweet memories
claw at my insides just
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dear boy with the oxygen for eyes,
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sometimes i like to breathe in the sky. it doesn't feel real, like a gunshot wound to the chest.
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lately, i've been on my knees, praying to god so much that there are indents in my carpet and my feet have lost the feeling in them. they are asleep just like the rest of me.
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sometimes i like to make small wounds on my thighs just so people will say "aww poor thing" and make me feel a little bit better about myself. but these days i wear pants to cover up my scars. i'm sick of people looking down
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gentle blond curls map out your face. I miss the days when I could tell you I loved you without you judging me.
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her bright red, shiny flip flops dangle off her toes as she swings higher and higher and begins to lean backwards with a smile on her face. her hair grazes her cheeks gently.
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I look for you under my bed and behind my curtains but I know I’ll never find you there. It’s been exactly 3 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days that you’ve been avoiding me and it’s been exactly that amount of time since you said,
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I find myself in the strangest of places, like the craacks in my bedroom window from when you threw that baseball at me from my backyard.
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