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Jun 9
“I hope you’re happy” is what I scream into the wind.

Singing with Olivia makes me feel blind.
Blind as in ignorant, because ignorance is truly bliss.
I learned this as I learned the truth of the world.
All roses are beautiful, and all roses have thorns.

We are the roses, we are the hands that are cut.
Brianna N
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Brianna N  13/F/Somewhere Else
(13/F/Somewhere Else)   
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