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sheed-emilio:

Some guy
From my dorm
swung on me today.
I lost count
of how many punches
I crash landed onto
his mouth.
Probably around
the same amount of voicemails
I left you today.
My fists cried all over his face,
I would’ve probably
been crying my eyes out
and pouring my tears
into your…

sheed-emilio:

I am hopeless prayer
And it seems
you are the only Amen
I will allow to complete me.