Cia Frizzell

Just Thoughts

they take your love, and they spit on it. and throw it in your face.
and you're standing there, holding it in your hand. like this
transparent thing, with it's little heartbeat. it once was shiny and
bright. and now it's messy, dirty, weak. dull. and you wonder what
happened. and all you can think of is... it wasn't good enough. there
was something wrong with it. it's your fault. otherwise they wouldn't have
treated it like that. they knew it was flawed.
look at it now. that messy little

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