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Apr 2019
a single flower wilts
slowly coming to an end like a battery powered toy losing juice
i thought we were the next big thing
scribbles of our names under the bleachers
but
i hate myself
im sorry i know that messes everything up
i hate myself and it makes me hate you.
how do i fix that?
Written by
robin
149
     Fawn and jennie
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