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Sep 2018
who
this isn’t my life it’s hers
hers hers hers
she
she’s lost, she’s drowning
she sees the world in grey, with shadows following her around every corner
i’m glued to her hip, can’t escape
i want to see the world in every color it has to offer
i want to smell the roses and i want to seize the day
she just wants to rot away
Written by
Ashlie
68
   Fawn
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