I shouldn't care to this degree,
But when I see you
I can't help but see myself
And I would show it,
But when my heart weighs heavy against my chest,
It settles into a familiar place
And I can't help but think of her
I am the uncultured troglodyte that struggles to leave the cave
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Sever My Tourniquet
PoetryThe laments of a hopeless romantic; an epitomization of teenage angst.