go ahead and hurt my
feelings i really don't mind //
i do it to myself anyways all
the time // so please don't
be nice and please don't be
shy // i'll break my heart
myself, not over some guy //
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
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go ahead and hurt my
feelings i really don't mind //
i do it to myself anyways all
the time // so please don't
be nice and please don't be
shy // i'll break my heart
myself, not over some guy //
