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Maybe next time you meet me, won’t meet me at all, Before you will not be a girl, But a cracked shell, A shell with no rationality, No motive, No happiness, No sadness, Just, Nothing at all.
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
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Maybe next time you meet me, won’t meet me at all, Before you will not be a girl, But a cracked shell, A shell with no rationality, No motive, No happiness, No sadness, Just, Nothing at all.
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Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
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