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Mar 2017
I foster a monster,
Of my own creation.
"self-defeating" he slithers.
As his skin festers into smiling,
Unrelenting and repeating.
So I slit my throat,
With the cold knife of self-loathing.
Coating my skin,
With a red dress,
Of the life I've been wasting.
//What we were, and what we are. But who are we?//
Beauty Without Eyes
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Beauty Without Eyes  20/F/Im Not Sure Im Living
(20/F/Im Not Sure Im Living)   
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