Bex T.

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because of you I have the urge to break things I want to see glass shatter into a million pieces and feel ribs crack beneath my hands because of you I have the urge to scream I want to scream as loudly as I can until my throat tears open and fills with blood because of you I have the urge to drown I want to cry until my tears fill the room around me and swallow me whole but even then I don’t think it would be enough even then I wouldn’t have any peace even then your ghost wouldn’t leave me
The Sweetest Kind of Poison
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