Iminlove
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“I can sit here
pretend am happy
while breaking quietly
Laugh for as long as the pain hurts
I am already my scars
people can see it through my eyes
that why am second best to last
I was the first to fall from the tree
my tears tasted lonely than salty
They said I was unhappy
but I knew I was grieving
over parts of my soul dying
I am more than I will ever see
and that what digs the knife deep
knowing it me doing the killing -” -
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