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Aug 2017
i remember i tried to hurt
almost every single day.
make my brain want to flirt,
so i could break in that way.

i would force my eyes open,
and not let them shut,
till i believed i was broken,
and pretend my heart, cut.
Piece of me.
larissa
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larissa
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   S G Arndt and Marshall Messi
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