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why my heart beats and bleeds and yours doesn't
sometimes i like to walk around in your shoes but then i remember to know better than to symapthise with you. my mind is like the tides with its ebbs and flows i want to give in. it floods i want to make you beg. it recedes constantly shifting around to find the middle ground between compliancy and obstinacy but i am beginning to believe that it does not exist. what am i but another charm on your bracelet, only to toss away when i lose my shine? i know why my heart beats and bleeds and yours doesn't. because if you listen close you'll realise the only sound is the whirring of machines
abby
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