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Jan 2014
my mind has it's ways
of playing with
my strings
with my heart
while ******* around
with my mind
leaves traces
of thoughts
I can't leave
behind


during this phase
I'm blinded
torn between
self-love and
self-hatred
leaves me feeling
so out of place
© sinderella.
sinderella
Written by
sinderella  Wonderland
(Wonderland)   
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