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Sep 2014
I don't know why these tears are coming down
I don't know why I feel like I'm about to drown

My heart is doing extra beats and it's going to concave

I'm using all of my self control to not run out of this room and never stop running

And all this sounds utterly clichΓ©
But thats all I am print and bound

I am a clichΓ© drowning in my ocean of tears

Who knows how in the hell this started, but it did and now all I can think
Is run
It's a work in process, tips?
Ellie Shelley
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Ellie Shelley  18/Androgynous/Nothing is real
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