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Oct 2018
She was broken, by herself
Not knowing the cost of what she did
Its hunting her, just likeΒ Β her shadow
It is consuming her soul
Despite of all the run and escape, she will always be caught
She wished her death once, but the demons won't let it
She is suffering by her own, gripping on no one
She is standing on her feet by her own but she is now crippled by herself
β€”i was her
Letters from Lia
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Letters from Lia  19/F/In the heart of poets
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