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Aug 2018
somethings inside of me
killing me
very very slowly
it’s strange
because it’s not making me sick
well not your type of sick
instead it’s taking my mind
and unscrewing all of its bolts
tainting my soul red
and banging my heart against my ribcage
Pure of Stars
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Pure of Stars  16/F/i don’t know
(16/F/i don’t know)   
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