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Aug 2020
Beautiful
That is what he thought I was.
But I am poisonous.
Deadly and beautiful, the greatest contradiction,

I long to be loved.
But I know that anyone who loves me,
I can't help love back.
But whenever someone gets that close,
My poison transfers to their heart.
Until the one I love, dies.

So I don't let anyone love me.
I don't allow myself to love.
The consequences are too great.
And I can't lose you.
Not again.
Julia Shalom
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Julia Shalom  15/F/distance
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