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Dec 2018
it was such a pretty colour
like blossoming pink
would’ve been better not running down my sink
razor blades and cuts
bathroom locked shut
i’ve got a feeling of despair
just churning in my gut
a beautiful curse
etched into my skin
droplets of red
appearing from within
there’s these voices in my head
and they visit me a lot
i can hear my heart beating

but i just want it to stop
Written by
mia x  14/F
(14/F)   
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     Solace, ImpliedLines, sky-blue and Fawn
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