You ask me how I can choke on air
How I can start coughing out of no where
Yet the only reason I'm dying is because you're standing there
And im choking on words that can never come out my throat.
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Never said anything about my fingers tho >:)
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Love Poems || FINISHED
Poetryjust poems about not only the sweet and alluring side of love but also the pain it can bring, the hardships, jealousy, and mania. just reeeead you hopeless romantics and faded lovers
