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you might not have been my first love but you were the love that made all the other loves irrelevant
more than anything i want to save you from myself
the abused and the abuser - i have been both
my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you
rivers fall from my mouth tears my eyes can’t carry
your voice alone drives me to tears
perhaps i don’t deserve nice things cause i am paying for sins i don’t remember
the thing about writing is i can’t tell if it’s healing or destroying me
i want to remain so rooted to the ground these tears these hands these feet sink in
