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The Aftermath

Courtney B., Belton, SC By DifferentPerspective., Belton, SC

Break the glass,
Then breathe in the toxic gas.

This is what your words have done,
I think your heartbreak is my new type of fun.

Look at the blood on my wrist,
From a knife and a small wrist.

That stuff you wanted me to hear,
I never even shed a tear.

My heart only had a tiny crack,
Doesn't even need that ice pack.

Forever and always is all you say,
Now I can throw those words away.

Those words in my ear,
Are all the things you wanted me to hear.

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