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Jul 13
I’m somebody’s daughter

Made of sugar and gasoline
I wash away the filth until I bleed  
Desperate to be clean

I’m somebody’s daughter

A small and hungry crime scene
Made of guilt and strawberry cream
But I never cry in my dreams

I’m somebody’s daughter

Trying to become untaught
They love the sound of sorry
Even when they know I’m not
Skyla
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Skyla  17/F/Dreams
(17/F/Dreams)   
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