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Jun 2019
i am a graveyard of withered bouquets
of "writing..." dots in unsent texts
i am a house of cards of daydreams
a food bank of old birthday cakes

no real person can provide you with everything
no real person can provide you with everything
Written by
Cora  22/F
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         kain, David Mikosz, julie, Anastasia, Wyatt and 10 others
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