i'm holding all these broken pieces twisted, charred and splintered pieces in my hands my grasp is slipping we both keep tripping on hearts too big too full for our straight thinking ********* so, i'll stop thinking and i'll start dreaming about hills of understanding grass and your arms of unjudging grasp and the smile on your face is the place i will land
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I hope you bleed to death, by a thousand small cuts in addition to the gigantic injuries your own stupidity and cowardice brings to you.
never too late for an edit <3
i'm holding
all these broken pieces
twisted, charred and
splintered pieces
in my hands
my grasp
is slipping
we both keep tripping
on hearts too big
too full
for our straight thinking
*********
so, i'll stop thinking
and i'll start dreaming
about hills of understanding grass
and your arms of unjudging grasp
and the smile on your face
is the place i will land
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