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Isabelle Sep 2016
Wit
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I do not fit
I do not belong
They could not get my wit
It's the right kind of wrong
Throwback poem. My first entry here in HP :)
ciana maria Jul 2014
you
you're the only thing that keeps me sane the way your eyes stare down into mine oh god they make me realize everything will be okay & jesus ******* christ you're my reason yo keep breathing you're laugh is the reason why i'm still here in this ****** mad ******* world. I love  you  more then I hate myself and the way you look at me when you say I love you oh god that look could cure ******* cancer.

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