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Dec 2017
I was consumed by him
  it felt like inhaling smoke
    the more I tried to breathe
the more I just breathe him in
  for my love was like fire
    it consumed everything it touched
but he was the one who took my
  match
    and smothered out its flame
so now I'm left to only inhale smoke
  I am a girl with smoke filled lungs
    and a dying ember for a heart
Thicket of Thoughts
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Thicket of Thoughts  20/F/Where I'm Supposed To Be
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