with paper
in my veins
i slowly drink
each word
you say
like a
terrible
medicine
is this
supposed to
make me
better?
maybe
this is the
best thing
that ever
happened
because of this poem
maybe i won't cry about this
because of
this poem
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I used to listen to it all the time..
I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn’t mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways.
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