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Jun 2019
I'm just a little mess
in a pretty black dress.
you used to like that
about me, loved me once
until the candles were
puddles of wax on the
floor and I was too
burnt out to light you up
anymore.
ghost girl
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ghost girl
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     ---, Fix, Outsider and Bogdan Dragos
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