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Jun 2018
I will write my lines like I do my time.
I will itch until I bleed just for you.
I will fill in the gaps with each patch of my clothing to make sure you're still breathing.
Because if you're still breathing,
then so am I.
Im not sure of what I just created.
© Arabella (05/06/18)
Written by
Arabella  F/London
       A Simillacrum
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