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Nov 2015
the kind of girl that can't go out in public without people taking a second look;
but not at her face they look at the lines of destruction
trailing her arms and legs,
the void in her eyes,
the hollowness of her soul nearly stops them
in their tracks if they bump against her,
she is a walking black hole.
Written by
Molly Daniels  ma
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   Ariel Baptista
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