Your hands are like match sticks
each stroke alights a spark
embers trickle down your cheeks
when you think of home
but darling I'm afraid I cannot love you
for I have a paper heart
A/N
I've been really sad lately, i'm sick of social pressures,girl schools, nasty girls making nasty rumors and being overall nasty and manipulative .. i'm sick of being sad and i just want to go home//
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