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Nov 2018
Tears, shes seen ‘em all
She knows what its like to
Fall to hard, to have skin rip on a
Shard of glass, and blood run into rivers,
And stain roses red.

Are we to plaster painted faces
And be expedited to live?
Are we hide scars and
Not admit we are sad all the time?
Sorry this is a little darker/deeper than normal....
Addi Anderson
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Addi Anderson  16/F/United States
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