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Apr 2019
Crying acid in the corner of the wall where my empty thoughts seem to lay . Depression is a season . Comes at night . Sometimes in the morning, if they jumped in my dream to sacrifice my happiness.
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Mia  16/F/el paso
(16/F/el paso)   
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   Mark S
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