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Mar 2019
broken glass has nothing on you.
it is dull in comparison.
you have to push it to bring the blood
while one memory of you brings a flood.

-my heart started bleeding before you even left.
Written by
kat victoria  22/F
(22/F)   
317
   --- and To Be Frank
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