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Jul 28
all of the most beautiful people i know are
torn
scarred
and
tattered.
and though they wear their
shatters as
accessories,
most no longer
ashamed.
it kills me to think of
what they
must have
been through.
all those negotiations with the devil,
it kills me to think
what did they lose?
mila splawska
Written by
mila splawska  15/F/probably my room
(15/F/probably my room)   
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