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I'm Horrible At Titles

I was already cut open when you came into my life and I guess you thought I hadn’t lost enough blood because here I am with an open wound. I never asked for your heart and maybe that was my mistake because I gave you mine without checking if you were going to be careful with it. I asked God about you and why he took so much time to make your eyes the perfect shade of green but I never got an answer and remembered that I’m not even religious. I told you I was crazy and I would make you world rattle and you said you liked it and you liked me and I can’t believe I was so stupid for blushing when you called me beautiful because when it was over you just looked like my reflection full of flaws the stared back at me. I moved to fast and I was too scared and fuck were you fearless. You got to kiss all the girls and take their breath away but I never let my lips touch yours because I have bad enough lungs as it is.

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