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My Heart on paper bleed ink.
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Broken Inks everywhere when I wake up
Surrounded by the paper that’s once was my heart
It’s like I can’t escape you
Your hands
Your smell
Your lips
They all rush back as one
You said “you loved me”
But you’re still hurting me
I just want to be free
Free from you
Free from the pain of ink
And free from the pounding paper
I close my eyes and all that’s left is……
my heart on bleeding paper ink
