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chloe Nov 2015
I was always afraid of darkness,
but then I realized the only thing I was afraid of,
was my mind.

c.f.
chloe Oct 2015
.
my lungs,
infatuated by the smell of smoke,
all I know,
is my walls,
are going up in flames.


c.f.
chloe Sep 2015
b.
you used to leave one kiss on my head.
now I could be pronounced dead &
you'd act like you care.
about the memories,
left.
like broken glass on the kitchen floor.


c.f.
chloe Sep 2015
he loves me, he loves me not.
im not your ******* flower &
i have no more petals to be picked.


c.f.

— The End —