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Jan 2016
Everything about her was dark
From her inky black hair to her sharp black nails
She was a blown out star, a supernova
Darkness oozed from her pores, she was wildly in love with her madness
She's always rooting for the dark side
Strung out on the idea that her demons would take her home one day
this is pointless but these words are sitting on my chest
Tab
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Tab  NY
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