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Jan 2015
I look beyond the horizon.
The colors of the sky mesh together,
Like I mix ***** and lemonade,
Drinking away my heartache.

I feel numb on the inside.
I pretend to be happy on the outside.
Two cigarettes and a broken heart.

The stinging sensation burns a feeling of belonging.

Just like ***** and Tears.
This is not mine. It was my best friends before he quit writing. And so I took it upon myself to put his work out there
Written by
Ciarra  Illinois
     Aerial Fabish
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