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Dec 2020
emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you
but if you run around with a blade in your hands
you can’t put the blame on anyone but yourself
when you find the blame driving the blade into your chest
Peach Pietersen
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Peach Pietersen  20/F/UK
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