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Oct 2014
"i used to be pretty"
until you left me used up and sad and drunk
perpetually waiting by the phone for you to pick up
and tell me that i was worth something
i know girls like me, we are low rise
gold eye shadow and binge drinking
we are nicotine breath and storm cloud eyes
and glass shard touches
we are /ugly pretty/
im tired of the feeling here it's too near to death
Violet
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Violet  England
(England)   
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