destroying things

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The grass, I rip apart.
Not in a destructive way.
More like the way you broke my heart.
Or the way you promised you'd stay.

You let me grow
Then you tore me in two
I loved you, I knew it was so.
All I wanted was you.

So I'll rip the grass and sit here
Waiting for you to reappeare


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