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Mar 2019
Softly close eyes
Before they rupture

They may dance inside your head
And beg to come out
But whatever you do
Don’t open.

Because if you do
People will notice
People will “care”

It’s too far gone for that.

Im sorry
Im sorry but their eyes are still closed too.
Does that make you feel better?

Binded by our blindness
It couldn’t get any worse
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Victoria  18/F/CA
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