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The worst of my youth

What’s the difference
Between love and hate?
When I’m with you
Both look just the same

Bird used to come out from my stomach
We were playing drinking games
and I was feeling yours again
But then you started acting weird
Doing things that were so mean

You were killing me brick by brick
Were taking something out of me
I didn’ know it could exist

Why did you try to make
The worst of my youth
When you knew I was weak to pain?
Why did you always try to make me feel less?
You won’t ever make me fall again.

(ok I wrote this like in 2015 but whatever)

April 22, 2018, 8:58 p.m. 0 Report Embed 0
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