Tell me how saying goodbye felt like when all you really wanted to do was stay, how every inch of her lips broke your thumping little heart and how you never felt a thing since then.
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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...
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Tell me how saying goodbye felt like when all you really wanted to do was stay, how every inch of her lips broke your thumping little heart and how you never felt a thing since then.
