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♡ Category: Poems
Current mood:
angsty
no matter how hard i scrub my skin the hands still stay holding my insecurities like a wanna-be defective bomb begging to be set off by something as small as a broken glass. begging to face defeat with a shattered spine and broken ribs and smile taking in the fact that it didnt stay long enough to see the grass grow greener and the clouds shift from blue to pink and fade away into tiny lights screaming the reasons it should have held on.xoxo♥
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