The spaces between us,
And the single number eight.
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go,
Somewhere only we know.
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— e.b ; E.D
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
