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Jul 31
I am cursed with the affliction of kindness.
And I will haunt this earth until I have seen the end of all things beautiful.
I prepare my epitaph, so that I may visit my own graveβ€”
and mourn every piece of myself that I changed.

Perhaps this is all I was meant forβ€”
to love until I disappear.
Written by
Victoria  24/F/USA
(24/F/USA)   
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   Stardust
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