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She was an artist on top of me, and soaked my sheets with poetry.

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Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
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There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
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Hurt Myself Time
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Poetry Silence Word
I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.
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Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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I hated you. and you hated me. But we called it love.
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Hate Relationship Yourself
I’m wrong but I’m real.
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Myself Reality Wrong
It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
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Fade Love Past Poem
She wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
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Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.
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Heart Herself Memories
Always falling but not for anything.
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Attitude Fall One Liner
Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.
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She was a broken sky, where stars never shine and butterflies die.
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I never drink in the morning. Mornings are for drugs.
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