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Apr 2020
Waiting for you is like waiting to die.
Slow and heavy,
like a reoccurring bad dream.

This is my nightmare.
It's as if every moment was painted meticulously
by my own mind.

It's a perfect mess

And you?
You best be careful my dear,
for your true colors are making a comeback.

As are mine,
i dont learn.
somberbitch
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somberbitch  25/F/Michigan
(25/F/Michigan)   
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     Eloisa and Bogdan Dragos
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