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Selfish
How sick is it that I want to strip away all your new found happiness
Squeeze your memory dry of her
Rip open the healed stiches on your heart
And find myself sliding down, inch by inch
Making myself comfortable
In what is rightfully not
MineĀ
Sunday 24th July 2016 12:17 am
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