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Mar 2021
i dont remember when
i swallowed all the blue in the world
but all i know is the exhaustion
and the red on my arms
i promise everything started out with
good intentions but i cant promise
anything after that
i cant find any empty spaces in my head
or any whole pieces of my heart
******* sick of talking about it
Written by
nish  F/between consciousness
(F/between consciousness)   
80
     pepper and Jace
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