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Nikita. 19. Not a writer but I write. Barbados.

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My heart,
Cut itself open,
Stretching over,
Twice.
Doubling in size.

My ribs,
Maneuvering,

Accommodating.

 I thought they would break come the next beat.
Diastole, nothing;
Systole, ribs recovering.
It was new, but my body was always a quick learner
Alas,
Twice, it was used to this now.

Heart Swole, Ribs intact,
Still.


It was then I knew, that loving you, was a feat my body wouldn’t wear itself out on. Niketa. (via niketa-rae)

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I set my throat on fire, waiting for you to ask me how much I really loved you.
And my throat stood,
Burning dry, 
Cause you never asked
And I never told you.
You didn’t care.
And I had my pride. I deserve happiness. (via niketa-rae)

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I died a thousand times in the expectations of those who misunderstood me. Niketa. (via niketa-rae)

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