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Dec 2015
i've gone to war with my own skin.
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i'm sorry i never bloomed. leave all the things i wish i was on top of here.
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i never grew wings.
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you will not find me here.
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i never could find myself.
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my bed might still smell like me.
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please, whatever you do, burn that notebook.
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i wanted someone to read it.
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i never had a someone.
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my heart lies over the delmarva.
Written by
redemptioneer  21/F/DE
(21/F/DE)   
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