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Apr 2017
The wind is so gentle, but yeht so cruel.
Her cry can be poked through your logic.
Her mind is adrift.
Feeling empty, she breathes in and breathes out.
Susceptible to his contention and getting hurt by his cloud.
Her insecurities destroy her and making her silent.
#beautifulwords #feelings #sad
Shania
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Shania  F/nowhere
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