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Dec 2018
no envy,
no anguish,
no hard feelings;
ill give you space.
how am i supposed to understand how you feel
when you don’t say?
not a reader of minds,
i am not superhuman.
you need me
but im dying,
beautiful ruins.
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
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