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by @aryana_lovelace

Im apologizing ahead of time for what's to come, Just be rest assured I was already numb. I'm tired of trying and fighting for a life That knocks me down and kicks me, it's a strife. I wanna stand tall and breathe clean air But find nothing but dirt and neglected care. I stare in the mirror and hate what I see, Mocking me, killing me, I'm my own disease. And she's the queen. She's the queen, The one I truly love. But I won't admit it until we're close to up above. Because what ruins friendship more than jealousy? I'll cause nothing but catastrophe. So I screamed and cried, Bleed behind broken eyes, And now I stand. I feel nothing at all, and I'll take her hand. We made a deal, we made a pact. A joined suicide, we'll die intact.
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14 / Cisgender Female
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14 / Cisgender Female
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Apr 26, 2020
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