Playing with her heart was like playing with a game pushing all the wrong buttons and sometimes ending the game wrong
Playing with his heart was like playing with makeup one a side was right but the other was wrong you didn't care to fix it so you just left it alone
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Breathe
PoetryHelp, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small, and needy Warm me up and breathe me Ouch, I have lost my...
