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Feb 2019
Maybe I'm not myself
maybe I'm not who I'm supposed to be

the lines on her thighs
the blood on her wrists

I wish
I wished

Love I could never reach
light years away

Now it's 1 am
I'll wake up sad again

But this isn't
who I am
eileen
Written by
eileen
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   ---, ---, Perry and Jules
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