dont care

to know what im doing is wrong but to not care

To know its wrong but not to care

to talk then fall into a mess that only destroys you because you knew you should have kept it safe but you didn't

now in the travasy of paying for it but to be heart broken with it.

Before you burst into tears before your burn ever picture delete ever photo ever text message.

every saving grace you are still left heart broken in the middle of the road

just because you suppose it would be okay when its not because you thought it would be.

The End

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