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Feb 2018
my hair is as dark as the days when i believed that nobody would ever love me

my eyes are as deep as the water i tried to drown in

my lips are as red as the blood that spilled from my wrist

my skin kissed by the summer sun i always hated

slowly

i became my own nightmare
pluviophile
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pluviophile  17/F/silver wings
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