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we got comfortable.

put it all into the past

we put it all into the past so we could breathe.

oil stains on skin, 

that months of crying just washed in 

soaked up the ache.

It only hurts to look at you

all the things i thought you wouldnt do and

when they show up on my skin

theyre tattooed apathy.

if mom were here i dont know what she'd say