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Apr 2017
I have become my nightmare,
the girl who always hid in
the far depths of my mind,
tangled in weeds with terror
surrounding her,
There was always a curious chaos
about her that I both yearned and feared,
I will become the beauty of the mess,
and my soul with tangle with hers like art.
I am my own nightmare
and I will embrace it.
I'm probably going to delete this
Rianna
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Rianna  17/F
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