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Apr 2017
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be good enough, if I'll ever fit your standards of "perfect". I wonder how you could possibly love me, if I can't even love myself. You mean the world, the stars, and the entire universe to me. But sometimes I feel you drifting away, into a vast ocean of nothingness.. Becoming just another part of the past, when I wish you could be my whole future.
Acidic Moon
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Acidic Moon  22/F/US
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   Jasmine Johnson
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