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Oct 2016
trying to tell yourself
"I'm fine, I don't care"
But all the hurt festers
Turns a thing that once was pure
Into the fruit of a vine that grew sour
While you're in denial
The cat's away
And the mice will play
When the filter gets stripped
from your eyes
And you realise
You've been seeing color
where it's black and white..
Austen girl
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Austen girl  jinja
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