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Jan 2018
Nothing
Maybe next time you meet me,
won’t meet me at all,
Before you will not be a girl,
But a cracked shell,
A shell with no rationality,
No motive,
No happiness,
No sadness,
Just,
Nothing at all.
Written by
Ophelia
170
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