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There are no words
To describe the pain.

This is therefore the end of my poem.
Not even a poem.
 Jul 2015 Celia Rose
Yasmine
envious
 Jul 2015 Celia Rose
Yasmine
Your garden is trying to **** me,
It reminds me of all the beauty I do not possess
 Jul 2015 Celia Rose
Tea-ful
Unknown
 Jul 2015 Celia Rose
Tea-ful
She was a cliché of depression and eating disorders.

- F.T
 Apr 2015 Celia Rose
Phoenyx
Love
 Apr 2015 Celia Rose
Phoenyx
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love isn't worth a dime

— The End —