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Feb 16
I collect my tears.
And keep them in a bottle.
Not one shall escape from my grasp.
Not one shall escape for my fearless façade
would ***** and shatter like glass.
This bottle can only hold so much
before it is ready to burst.
Its river runs fast and cannot be stopped.
This bottle I hold is a curse.
Written by
Lorrin  21/F
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