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the smell of 2 am facetimes crying and panic attacks on repeat through the night i still see my reflection blinking back at me i fell in love with a ghost; i saw the sheer blankness of her face i never realized we were one the same black cherry merlot and caramel brûlée frappuchinos go home, it’s midnight and you’re sleeping on my couch

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16 / F

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Written by

elsa12

16 / F

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Jan 16, 2019

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Notes: memories from after death (more or less)
Tags: #friendship #love

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