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Should I say the words even
if I know you won't hear them?
Lost my belief in love because all you could do was hate
Everything you've done is buried in my lungs
None of this damage is visible to you, how
can you not see the way you erode me?
Eggshells are always cracking around my tiptoeing feet
About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
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