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5d
it keeps coming
the fights, the arguments
u scream the worst things one could hear
u make my insides twist and gnaw at themselves
u make my insides want to eat me whole
u make me feel that pathetic
and then
u come to my room at night
and try to make everything alright
and everytime
my low ******* self worth
thinks everything's actually alright
and falls back into your arms.
hannah miller
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hannah miller  15/F
(15/F)   
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