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Wild Hearts
We lay so close, I can hear your heartbeat and mine, as they beat together simultaneously. Our hearts that beat so wildly, I fear they may burst from our chests to join together. Only to be closer to the other.
Why must people always have to be either good or bad? What if I was a good girl with bad tendencies or a bad girl who did good things? Must things always be placed in little boxes? What about those who do not fit into any box? What happens to them?
You built a house out of the bad thoughts rushing through your head and I tried to burn it down but you got caught in the flames. If it’s any consolation, I like the way you look with the tips of your hair singed off. I’m sorry your mother won’t.
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