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Oct 2019
The stinging aroma of the rain,
the many times she went insane.
When her eyes shut for a split second,
the over occurring nightmare that never ends
plays over, and over again.
It’s been haunting her since the young age of ten,
yet she has never told any of her friends.
I’d love to see her smile.
I’d travel ten thousand miles.
Smile for me anxiety, smile.
Written by
jade
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