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Oct 2013
steamy nights alone.:
**** why do i smoke these they're gross.?
but i feel like i'm flying.

dizzy. dazed and confused.
do i like this?
do i really look like this?

but this burn.
this burn is fantastic.
shooting stars in my lungs.

can any of you even see behind this smile?
am i coming through to anyone?
i am stuck in my head.
have i made an impact on anyone's life?

i bet i'll show this to a lover in the future.
to show them secret parts of myself in hopes they'll love me.

ha. love.
was she the only one who saw me?
was she the only one who thought i was lovable?
she used to say how easy it was to fall in love with me.
did she lie about that too?

am i so terribly unloveable????!
ha. look at me making myself cry on the porch by myself
watching the rain.

i am a cloud.
Deana Luna
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Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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