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My Hero

I'm on my own.

Just me, myself, and I.

I guess I should've imagine fireworks,

or maybe some loud slow song.

But maybe that's not how life works.

then again, this isn't the usual love.

I hide away, behind fake smiles.

Then at night, I pull out my true hero.

It doesn't really hurt anymore.

Actually, it really helps.

I don't think it's normal,

but who really cares anyway?

I love the way it kisses my skin.

The way it smears red like lipstick.

I can save myself,

every

single

night.




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