choices in error

She’s made of unmeasurable things, lethal beauty dripping from a straight razor, sandpaper whispers that know your every secret, blinding light gripping your battered soul so tight. She’ll put her tongue in your mouth to shut you up until you forget what sunflowers and wheat fields look like. 

Hearts like hers don’t break, they dissolve under the dirt and grime of every false I love you that made her think she mattered 

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