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November 15, 2011 at 6:11 AM

My broken heart murmurs; whispers under the darkness of the surface, caught in ripples against your tidal wave this devastation you’ve wrought breaks upon my solace. Oh, when will this long, lonely season end,These decant days of self-loathing. .MB.

My broken heart murmurs;
whispers under the darkness of the surface,
caught in ripples against your tidal wave
this devastation you’ve wrought breaks upon my
solace. Oh, when will this long, lonely season end,
These decant days of self-loathing.

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(via fall-of-ideals)

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