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Dec 2019
Your marble eyes
Well up with my tears
Why must you
Be so empathetic.
I pulled you in a mess
That you asked to be in.
I complied thinking
You could handle me.
But your kindling fire
Is burning out next to me.
My ice is melting
Drowning out my pain
While prolonging yours.
Written by
Malia  16/F/Stuck in my home :p
(16/F/Stuck in my home :p)   
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     ---, --- and Hawa
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