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Jul 2017
Just light up another ciggerate
And let me smoke my lungs dead
How else am I supposed to handle it
When my heart can't lead my head

Let the air I breath change for worse
Don't call out when my pulse slows
No need to bring a doctor or a nurse
For I am that single withering rose
Heart broken is not a nice state of being. Good luck to my fellow sorrowful souls❀
Elizabeth Fruin
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Elizabeth Fruin  27/F/Durham
(27/F/Durham)   
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