night seventeen

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i wish that i could wake up and not remember anything.

but if you were to find me like this.

do not tell me why there are scars on my thighs,

tell me that i fell into a patch of thorns.

do not tell me why i feel this numbness in my chest,

do not tell me that you were my lover,

do not tell me you walked away.

do not tell me that i was broken on the floor.

headaches and tears on the white tile.

do not tell me who i was.

let me create something better.

let me learn to love again.

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