Notes
My heart is a a bruise no one will touch;
I flinch anyway.
The poem outlasts the one it was
written for. Almost every time.
source: http://rustyvoices.tumblr.com/post/140061268542/im-sorry-i-tried-to-stay-good-but-the
My heart is a a bruise no one will touch;
I flinch anyway.
The poem outlasts the one it was
written for. Almost every time.
source: http://rustyvoices.tumblr.com/post/140061268542/im-sorry-i-tried-to-stay-good-but-the
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