Sunburn

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I was fine
I was so fine
Until you pushed your way through
Weaving your curly, thick hair through my heart
Pulling it, tightening it, stopping it in it's tracks.
How is it possible to feel such pain without dying?
Your words still sting me like a sunburn
You've reddened my soul
But soon, I shall peal you off
And you will no longer bother me anymore.

- L.S

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 22, 2016 ⏰

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