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Apr 2018
Feeling desperate oh so desperate
Another sun down
And I’m run aground.
The wind carries me,
Forcing me, forcing the corners of my lips once up to frown.
Tell me I’m beautiful.
Tell me I’m ****.
Tell me I can be all of your fantasies.
Because every time I touch myself
I still feel empty.
Written by
Judy  18/F
(18/F)   
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