Hurt by you.

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Moving on is hard when a person still has a grasp of your soul. When all you wish is to be set free, but they feel you resist and cling tighter to your skin. Let me go. I want to run; I need to get away. I cannot be held your captive any longer. You cannot hold me forever. I am no longer yours; you cannot keep pretending I am. I cannot keep living this lie. You will never own me. You never have. You say that you need me and I laugh. You say that you love me and I sigh. You can pled, you can beg, but you cannot make me stay. I am no longer your trophy sitting on the highest shelf gathering dust, when I know I am born to shine. We have held on by the weakest links for far too long. It is time to break the chain. It is time to say goodbye. bound // (via inkingtrees)

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You say we’re friends but I don’t think you understand the meaning of that word
I’m not your back up or second choice
I’m not waiting for that girl to reject you so I can take her place
You can’t lead me on
And expect me to be the same “can’t fool me twice” // a story a day #190 by d.yang (via dy-ingconfessions)

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And maybe one day,
somewhere
in between now and tomorrow,
we can find our way back
into each other’s
arms.
Maybe then,
we can finally understand
what it feels like
to come
home. //Somewhere in between the present and future// Kelsey Gustafsson (via thatgirlslikeaghosttome)
(via thatgirlslikeaghosttome-deactiv)

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walking through the park at 4 in the morning
oversized flannel, ripped tights, smeared lipstick
I drank too much whiskey again
but instead of calling your number
and hanging up after the first ring
I hide behind half empty bottles
and unfamiliar faces.
this is how I decorate your absence. he tastes like cigarettes
and fucks like he has something to prove
slowly gliding his shaking palms under the tip of my blouse.
this is how I forget your heartbeat.I want to feel something
when he sinks his teeth into the edge of my bottom lip
but all I hear is your voice
again
and again
like a broken record I’m too tired to fix
but too weak to dispose of.
this is how I ache from missing you. I would have given you the world
but it was never enough
and soon you found a universe
in someone else’s smile. running through the rain at 4 in the morning
wet flannel, soaked tights, no lipstick
I drank too much whiskey again
but instead of calling your number
I scream your name at the top of my lungs
praying to god you won’t be inside me anymore
and the storm will wash you out of my ribcage.
this is how I let you go I hope you’re doing well, but I don’t love you anymore (via can–not)

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