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Aug 2016
Breathing seems hard
I stitch the leather
That covered my skin
The day I almost died
I watch my skin purple
As it bruises over mistakes
Read words penned
Only shadow brings light
I crave one for the other..
A little death for a little life.
Austen girl
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Austen girl  jinja
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