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Mar 2018
Where there is poetry, there will be pain and where there is pain, there is mangled bodies who have sold for millions.

Turned into words that sound so pretty. And isn’t it so ugly?

we torture ourselves and destroy our skin for art.

Turn love into making a living just  so someone could listen.

Just so someone could say, “Well done, you made it.”
Kayla universe
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Kayla universe  18/Cisgender Female/somewhere on earth
(18/Cisgender Female/somewhere on earth)   
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