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We are such beautiful ******* disasters made up of ink and tears with pages turned black from our souls Dissolving ourselves into every word we carve out we are disasters born of the expectations of life from the world we so heavily bear on our shoulders trying to make it one more minute one more day asking the world if we had achieved their approval our scars are our battle cry our ink-stained hands are our war paint we are beautiful ******* disasters created by a world who never truly cared about how we would turn out
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Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
Beautiful ******* Disasters
We are such beautiful ******* disasters made up of ink and tears with pages turned black from our souls Dissolving ourselves into every word we carve out we are disasters born of the expectations of life from the world we so heavily bear on our shoulders trying to make it one more minute one more day asking the world if we had achieved their approval our scars are our battle cry our ink-stained hands are our war paint we are beautiful ******* disasters created by a world who never truly cared about how we would turn out
Lunaofthewolves
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Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
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