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Mar 2018
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Please stop staring at the hole.
With magic i could be one once more,
But fairytales aren't standing tall.
Ruby shoes run out of wishes
I'm sculpted, carved. just like pumpkin.
There's just no light inside. It's gone.
Asonna
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Asonna  24/F/Australia
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     psykhe, Xan Abyss, alwaystrying and ---
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