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Jun 2013
You are the girl,
the girl with sunken eyes
the girl whose hair is a mess with no brush
whose life is a mess with no luck
the angel with a black heart that has been stepped on one too many times
you are  the girl who has no conscience
but whose mother raised her to be a goddess
but instead she’s here, you’re here
alone, kinda
Holly W
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Holly W  Canada
(Canada)   
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