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Jun 2018
Wet pillows
Mascara running
Dripping rain
The loneliness is creeping up behind me
I can see it’s shadows
take me away
Take me away into the dark abyss
So no one can hear my hysteric cries
And even if they did hear me
No one would come save me anyways.
myrka
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myrka  22/F/TX
(22/F/TX)   
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     Fawn, --- and georgia sophie
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