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Sep 2017
Held down in every way.
My heart stops.
You cut into my clean skin.
You wrote on my empty canvas.
You littered in  my ocean.
You tainted me.
You took my world and shoved it onto the stairs,
and cut it out from me.
You walk with my blood on your hands,
Like a ******* trophy.
Everyone smiled.
Then said,
That is the price you pay,
For being a pretty girl in an ugly world.
emilywinter
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emilywinter  18/F/orange, california
(18/F/orange, california)   
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