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The words come out of your mouth, and slide of your tongue. You speak to the girl next to me on the bus. You say, "really baby, I'm inlove." And at this point, I'd love to cut your fucking tongue out, and stab her in the heart. My stomach feels nautious has the bus hits the curb. I hide my face as the tears roll. This is how bad it hurts. I picture him, and his lips are on mine. We lay there, just ignoring time. Our hearts control the lust that we share, but it's obvious you don't care. You take this image out of my head, and spit on it. Let's pretend I'm dead for a while, so I can forget this. And once I wake up, I'll wipe the sweat off my forehead, and push you aside. I'll wipe the tears from under my eyes, and I'll start a new life. Post a comment in response: |
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