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Sep 2013
They say pain is beauty,
but beauty is pain.
You give up so much
until you're frozen to the touch
The right answer to the wrong question
haunts my mind like infestation.
I handed you the knife that cut me open
the salt burns, hurts the worst
but I pretend I'm copin'
IllythiaRose
Written by
IllythiaRose  new york city
(new york city)   
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   Emily Tyler
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