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You were the first thing on my mind when i waked up. Instant anxiety hit me like a bus because i always was scared to find out how your nights were.

You were contently met with flashbacks of those who hurt you. My hugs could not break the surface of the hurt you faced. My kisses could not heal the scars that covered your body from hatred. 

You always told me you felt dirty and that's why you cut. That's also why you took three showers a day. 

You made me believe in love songs, you also made me believe in the ones that end in heartbreak.   

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