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my facade slowly being torn delicately ripping little by little letting darkness seep through lovingly caressing my soul tugging on it, pulling me back halting me, paralysing me until I cave, and I am finally drained

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Cindy_dahlia

18 / F / Australia

For You?

Written by

Cindy_dahlia

18 / F / Australia

Published: Jul 15, 2021
Time: 1m

Notes: the best poems are always when the outside world is dead and your mind is finally set free.

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