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Jun 18
i've always been ashamed of my sharp and poisonous thorns, and yet you hold me as if i'm a delicate flower that should be taken care of. i’m scared i might make you feel sick, and you’ll die from the love that i don’t even know how to give.
is there any chance for me to be loved at all?
scarmaya nicole
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scarmaya nicole  18/F
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