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Feb 2018
The waves inside my chest are crushing bones, it goes up and down like a crooked dance and it twist round and round my intestines like a sickest nightmare. I feel like I might burst into fireworks in new year's eve, but I really want to jump from the highest brigde and feel my skull colliding the ground like a real love's kiss.
a daydreamer
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a daydreamer  20/F/Indonesia
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