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Jun 2
red drips from my hips
my stomach, my thighs
tears drip down my lips,
as others fall from my eyes.
while you sit there wondering
why i'm always so sad
i'm sitting here bleeding,
but i don't think its that bad.
mila splawska
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mila splawska  15/F/probably my room
(15/F/probably my room)   
   ---, Salmabanu Hatim and Fawn
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