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Dec 2020
I look like death
coming in the door;
full of rage with an

icy stare that freezes
your body at its core;
purple and blue tints

stain the skin around
my eyes broken vision.
Nearly two days have

gone by without sleep;
if the dead were walking
I'd be mistaken as them.
ghost
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ghost  16/F/im lost
(16/F/im lost)   
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   erica lynn and ---
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