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Jul 2017
Soaring high, in perfect delusion.
In the happiest parts of my imagination.
Until i plummeted into a bottomless despair.

In my truest form, is my weakest self.
I just wanted to fly in my perfect delusion,
that was never meant to be reality. With you.
© 2017 Claire Meakin
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Written by
clairevanya  22/F/Birmingham
(22/F/Birmingham)   
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     --- and its gonna make sense
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