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paint me weak

How can you take all of me when there is nothing left to drag out of my body? are my scars not enough pain for the both of us since the day you turned my life inside out and expected me to start new? its been a long time since i drowned my pillow with unstoppable tears strong enough to burn through the fabric on which i lay my head. just remember for all the times you painted me weak, i trusted you



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