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Sep 2016
We kiss away
to cut panic short,
tell it we're a dead-end road,
and the panic shall die
just like eveything else
inside us is deteriorating
without a goodbye.
Crimsyy
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Crimsyy  17/F/In my mind
(17/F/In my mind)   
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