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May 2015
Because it doesn’t matter how black my mascara is or how red my lips are I'm still only made of water
and sometimes water gets spilled
and sometimes it doesn’t rain again for weeks
and sometimes that’s my life
and sometimes i wish i was made of *****
because then at least someone would notice when i was gone
kaylalynn
Written by
kaylalynn  Ontairo.
(Ontairo.)   
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