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Feb 2014
tired of your self pity.
enough of your ****.
better that you move on and accept it.
your grave got deeper with the daisies.
surround yourself in beauty and you'll start to see the
ugliness
that was.
the blinders have to come off even if it takes a bat to the head.
underestimating my ability to be true to you
and you'll see the bloodshed in the streets.
like blue and red in the city that truly never sleeps.
take a train to chinatown and write a haiku
have a profound thought and realize
you're wasting your **** time
on a fiend
not a friend.
Lj
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Lj  drifting.
(drifting.)   
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   Olivia Mercado
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