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Sep 2020
I'm dying to feel something vibrant bloom inside me,
but my insides are filled with nothing but emptiness and gloom.
I dust that tinted peach color blush onto the apples of my cheeks,
to give my bone-white skin a flush of color --
So my rotting insides don't match the outside.
Mel
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Mel  22/F
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   Joseph Rice
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