#20 giving up on love

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breathing hurts
my ribs like your fingers
crushing my lungs
breaking my heart.

your kisses are toxic
but you've moved on
not before calling me worthless
of course.

you can find hotter you said
nicer, kinder, more sincere
you've never been happier
now that I'm gone

I can't breathe..

{m.s.}

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