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| Iren3_adler |
Because times change and people grow and people fuck and people push their lips together and ghosts die and tastes no longer linger and lists grow longer and girls grow easier and memories fade and I am left like a memory which I should be and asked to be and need to be but still I want to write in long sentences and ignore full stops and the punctuation that governs my life until the breath escapes my lungs and I am left with nothing to do but Cry. Then shut the door and bolt it stay behind lie down do not let yourself be exposed or hurt do not write poems or sentences do not open the wounds stop peeling the fucking scabs it hurts more each time and my fingerprints will not and are not and will never be bleach. When will I fucking learn. |
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