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Feb 2020
I stare at the little drops of crimson on my knuckles,
the mirror cracked when I looked at it,
I thought to myself, "what has gotten into me?"
i dont like the girl staring back at me
Anastasia
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Anastasia  29/F/a galaxy far, far away
(29/F/a galaxy far, far away)   
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