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I am
The love letter you tore to shreds
And burnt to ashes
You used to carry me around in your pocket
Until my ink started to fade
And my edges began to tear
I must admit
when you threw my shredded pieces in the fire place
Instead of screaming out in pain
I yelled out all the words written within me
As if it'd change your mind
But even if it would have
The damage has been done
And I'll forever be
nothing to you
About the Creator
Bixi Hernandez
Hi! I'm Bixi. Your red lip coffee sipping bestie. Using my tears as pen ink is what I do best. Enjoy!
@bixi.hernandez on IG
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