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Apr 2018
I crossed the line
I swear it wasn't there before but looking back, i see it now.
Deep shades of i could love you defined with strokes of trust me, blended in with promises to catch me should i fall. I fell for you and you didn't catch me. Covered in ashes and flickering embers of what used to be a burning love, picking up pieces of my shattered heart from when i hit reality with my porcelain expectations and i could still swear it wasn't there before. But I see it now, the line i crossed, drawn and scribbled with my own blood on the edges of you can never turn back with what looks to be my own handwriting. **** it!
Priscillah Mazvita Mitchelle
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Priscillah Mazvita Mitchelle  33/F/Pretoria, South Africa
(33/F/Pretoria, South Africa)   
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