Part 3 Enjoy <3

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I am the Titanic,

while you're an iceburg,

you're slowing drowing me...

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You tore me apart with your words,

then blamed me for bleeding all over your conscience.

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I feel so dead inside

I'm scared I'll leave a hint if decay on everyone I touch.

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Feeling like a stranger in my own house,

when did we become so distant?

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I always wonder,

how it feels like to be pretty.

I always wonder, 

how it would feel to love yourself in a swimsuit.

I always wonder,

how it feels to love your voice.

I always wonder,

how it feels to have people who care.

I always wonder,

how it feels to eat and not feel ashamed.

I always wonder, 

how it feels to go to bed happy.

I always wonder,

how it feels to wake up happy.

I always wonder,

how it would feel to love me for me.

I always wonder,

if i will ever know how it feels one day.

I always wonder,

if I would make it that far to know

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I just want someone who likes to look at the stars as much as I do.

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I guess you could say I'm kind of cliché; 

just another tortured teen with scars on her wrist and black coffee in her veins 

and a heart that bleeds poetry about imaginary failings. 

Don't tell me this is beautiful. 

These words are me unravelling. 

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Do you know what it's like to be tortured by your own mind?

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What doesn't kill us leaves scars on our wrists,

our thighs,

our dark minds,

stuck on our tongues,

burned into our eyes,

what doesn't kill us leaves us dead inside.

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