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Apr 2018
Your wrists burn with late night thoughts

Your lungs are toxic with words uttered from others

Your face is masked by the beauty of want

You define your wight with harsh criticism

You are beautifully broken
And peacefully harsh
Jan/ 10/ 2018/ 14 yrs old
Raven
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Raven  18/F/The middle of empty
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