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Dec 2018
The tears on her face
Drip down gracefully,
But her heart has sunk
Like it were filled with lead.
Pain consumes the place
As she writhes endlessly.
In a few seconds,
I'm sure she'll be dead.
Life is too short for floating on tears,
Slaughter their dears and conquer
Your fears;
Blood is more buoyant anyways.
Marla
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Marla  24/F/Seattle
(24/F/Seattle)   
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