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oh im not your type ill leave you hurting every  night
She paints a pretty picture, but her story has a twist. You see, the paintbrush was a razor, and the canvas was her wrist.
Please don't ever lead me on. You'll break my heart, and if you break my heart, you won't know how broken it is. If you don't know how broken it is, I could die.
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"You know my name, NOT my story."
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A popular boy, a messed up girl who wouldâve known he would change her world? Girls like her donât have a chance with boys like him for such, a school dance. But later on, they talked a bit and then she finds she didnât know shit. We have secrets, and so did he she didnât know what he could be. Inside his shell of proud and desire was a dark place and a burning fire When she screamed, he stood by her side to make sure she lived the night sheâd survive. Understood each other, thatâs what they did but tear after tear was what in her midst. The girl loved that boy more than heâd ever know sheâd be there for him when he was feeling low. âCall me,â said she âWhenever you cry âIâll take you in by my side you can lie.â But she held in her feelings glass jar, on the shelf and locked herself away in a personal hell cooped up way too long more than a girl can take then she cracked and made a grave mistake. Finally one morning she became very still the boy tried to awake her and then his voice was shrill, âWhat happened now? She is gone Was it my fault? Did I do something wrong?â A tragic tale, a fateful teaching before itâs too late take your love to a preaching tell them the truth, or you may never get to even if it hurts you should do it for YOU.
Sami Ng. (via perfection-at-the-worst)