woke up one morning, realising she'd been broken.
never was one to cry--or laugh. not until she met you.
you let her feel.
when was the last time you felt yourself crying?
for her, the last time--she cried for you. not because of you, for you.
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sigh - i'd kill (quite literally) to find someone who helped me feel.
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