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Jan 2019
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 brΓ»lΓ©e frappuchinos
go home, it’s midnight and you’re sleeping on my couch
memories from after death (more or less)
Written by
els  16/F
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