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Jan 2019
you were aware of the roots from my soul.
so, you thought that planting a rose would help my soul bloom again.
he grew up and matured me,
but now, his thorns are hurting me,
they scratch my harmony
and bring me fear.
and when I screamed for help
you disappeared and left me with the pain.
now, I am slowly learning how the world, that was my safest place, is changing into an abyss,
because of you.
Luna
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Luna  18/F
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   Perry
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