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Jul 2020
pressing on my chest with a suffocating force.
burning eyes, under firey skies, throat tight and coarse.
melodies slipping, through the scars on my skin
a melancholy heartache from the worry within.
two worlds
colliding as we finally touch,
but why does crying hurt so much?
Isabella
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Isabella  18/F/USA
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