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Dec 2013
pale skin turns red
just like her alcohol eyes
she takes another swig
and sings herself to sleep
she'll pray to a God
she doesn't believe in
her soul to keep
she'll dream of days
when she wasn't like this
and she'll dream of days
when she wasn't so alone
Caitlyn Dee
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Caitlyn Dee  20/F
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