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a legend. i was nothing but a legend i am a window tinted with uncertainties, a bedtime story falling unto deaf ears, the invisible ink that dried up a week after your ninth birthday a ghost hidden under blunt-cut bangs, i left the day it was decided i wasn't enough because i left a bad taste in your mouth rainbows are just an illusion and no one believes in fairy tales -- No one speaks to the dead. and so, the rooms go overturned, the ceramic shatters against the floor, the fable coming to a disastrous ****** there YOU stand in the eye of the storm in the belly of the beast you. see. ghosts. -- Suddenly, I draw in my first true breath in years.
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Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
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a legend. i was nothing but a legend i am a window tinted with uncertainties, a bedtime story falling unto deaf ears, the invisible ink that dried up a week after your ninth birthday a ghost hidden under blunt-cut bangs, i left the day it was decided i wasn't enough because i left a bad taste in your mouth rainbows are just an illusion and no one believes in fairy tales -- No one speaks to the dead. and so, the rooms go overturned, the ceramic shatters against the floor, the fable coming to a disastrous ****** there YOU stand in the eye of the storm in the belly of the beast you. see. ghosts. -- Suddenly, I draw in my first true breath in years.
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Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
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