I wanted you in the purest ways
the way the waves want the shore
But waves can't live there
And you didn't want me at all.
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
«purest ways»
I wanted you in the purest ways
the way the waves want the shore
But waves can't live there
And you didn't want me at all.
