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Feb 2014
mostly
i think about the old me
innocent me
and how nice it was to be free of sin
but now my hands are no longer clean
and my body no longer pure
ironically
i never wish to be that girl
i only think about her opinion
and how she would react if she was existent
if she could be here and see
see my scars
see the drugs
see the old me gone
i believe she would be disappointed
the confessions of a sleep deprived teenager in the form of poetic justice which shall never be served
Effy Sky
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