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Jun 1
your eyes are made of oceans
your heart is made of gold
you're going through the motions
but you carry far too much to hold
when rain falls from your clouds
showering down from your stormy eyes
you mustn't hide them in thick shrouds,
or pretend you have clear skies
you shouldn't ever be ashamed,
for they are just proof of your fight
- (i have my own raindrops too, i just don't allow them to be seen, amongst big crowds and loud, i hide them in my drink)
mila splawska
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mila splawska  15/F/probably my room
(15/F/probably my room)   
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