go. please. all you ever do is tear up everything i have which isn't a hell of a lot other than you. fuck. it's been an entire fucking year and yet i'm still loving your touch. i promised i wouldn't let this happen but damn things change so quickly. i used to be begging you to stay but now i'm on my knees trying to make you leave. don't look at me. don't speak. don't breathe. just leave.
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ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
