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May 28
I know that I really ****** up this time.
I can’t say a word about this at all.
In the end, I’m all that’s left on my side.
Only I pick myself up when I fall.
Don’t trust anyone, just keep up the hustle.
I’ll find a way to pull out from my grave.
Crank it out, don’t wait out, fire the pistol.
I don’t care bout how hard it is, be brave.
Marbled glass, hard to see through, but crystal clear.
No more vulnerability, no more time.

Even though I know I’m down to get ****** and crash,
Don’t stop till I drop.
Written by
Bella  17/F/Cali
     Sekhar, Fawn and Gaia
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