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Jan 2019
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Was i always meant to fall?
Roses white, and dying light
Silver's sweet forgiving bite.
He'll ask, "Why?"
No answers will be found.
And I will be rotting
Beneath the ground.
nothing to say here.
SophiaAtlas
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SophiaAtlas  17/Gender Fluid/Up Your Ass
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