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Oct 2018
your gone
but the last kiss still lays on my lips
i try to hide behind my mask of fear
layer of makeup, to hide my heart break
my eyes black
my heard cold
i wouldn't be told
this gets better
because it does not
give over you lot
im done
no more fun
rose are red
violets are dying
outside im smiling
inside im dying
Written by
Hayley  19/F
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