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Feb 2015
my hands are slowly touching my flaws
its time to make a change
i've been telling myself since i remember myself
the sames mistakes over and over

another dish in the garbage can
another red mark on my skin
another sleepless night

you were the only person to make me right
what the **** happened?
Nepenthes
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