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Feb 2019
A wilted lettuce leaf, I am.
Look how weak every crease happens to be,
and how sad it is to see me,
limp and soggy,
Skin turned dark,
An unforgettable, unpleasant sight;
Such an unforgiving body, I have.
it just be like that sometimes
CautiousRain
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CautiousRain  26/F/USA
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