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Mar 2019
i'd rather stay lost than have to be found.
i can't feel my pulse or my feet on the ground.
but i don't want to die today.
i have bridges to burn and things to say.
and you're sure as hell going to hear them.
six feet under again, baby.

it's not me this time, though.
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adriana  17/F/la
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