I promise when the blades etched in your skin from that worrypot mind of yours coming spilling out . I will catch the pieces and fix them up though I might get hurt from the broken fragments when they latch themselves to my soul, and I can only smile hushing your fears away. Know my mind is always buzzing and in a constant state of painc because good things have never stayed. And moments like these can become memories that I play for myself on broken hearted days.
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