As it turns out, boys don't really want to fix you. They just want to kiss you and spit poison down your throat.
James would tell him to go to Hell but he never wants to see him again.
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❝I'm gonna get on my knees, would you kick me in the face, please? It'll make everything I say sound like poetry. As my gums start to bleed, the words fall like teeth.❞
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Trigger Warnings Ahead.
Warning: Mentions of Depression, Self Harm, Drinking & Smoking, Unfaithfulness, Caraphernelia and Broken Heart Syndrome.
Disclaimer: Ain't my Boys
Title Credit goes to Salvia Plath.
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