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Written by

lichelle-antonio

26 / F

For You?

Written by

lichelle-antonio

26 / F

Published: Jan 22, 2022
LinesWords: 1031

Notes: As for me?
I bottle all of it up.
And I bleed
a million tiny words
on papers
beneath my wet pillows.

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