March 18, 2018
By pale.b!tch_caits BRONZE, England, Other
pale.b!tch_caits BRONZE, England, Other
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I dont want to still feel the cracking in my chest,
And shortness of breath,
Everytime I hear your name.
I dont want to still feel the betrayal slicing through,
My still bruised skin,
As a reminder of the sins you have committed on my body.
But yet i'm still trying to convince myself,
That you are the blood in my veins,
And every thought that has ever encompassed my mind.

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