these pages, they turn with pain and an interlocked scent of perfume and tears. they're just screaming for the day you read them. ive come to find i could write my closest fears away and ink and still be left with the image of your face in my mind. these sinister thoughts your enticing smile places in my head have written away pains you'll never
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i love this part:
i've lost my breah that fills these lungs. i've calloused these fingers, and spilled my heart out on these pages for you to never find. these are the thoughts that are on my mind and the letters you'll never read. these are the pages that scream in terror without you.
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