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Jan 2019
Help me dry this all with ease,
help me like a summer breeze.

Oh

Help me. Help me.
Go away.
Help me. Oh god help me through today.

Cleanse me of these salty eyes
oh please, please help me see the lies.

I guess it’s really not their fault.
It’s hard to see through SeeSalt.
O.K
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
(16/F/West Virginia)   
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