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Oct 2020
When the crooked smile straightens
To a somberly smirk
And the blood stained tears
Dry in to a fresh rose

When the black box
Slowly turns blue
And the burnt smell of dreams
Finally fade away

When the ice chilled atmosphere
Floats out of reach
And the feeling
Comes back in my chest

When you joined my fight
The monsters paused
And now I dare to hope
You stay to play this game
Bailey
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Bailey  26/F/Ohio
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