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Jun 2018
im not the girl that parties with strangers on friday nights
to drown her broken past
with a large bottle and a little white pill

im not the girl that sends scandalous pictures by night
and wears a pristine uniform by day
for her picture perfect parents

im not the girl that appears okay with the sun
but after the moon comes out
her porcelain skin is bloodied and bruised from her own monsters

no, im not that girl.

so who the hell am i to you?
a question that cannot be answered
Written by
ac  15/F/earth&space
(15/F/earth&space)   
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   Wyatt
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