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Estelle Dec 2018
You may think i'm innocent
I swear i'm not.
My heart is formed with black and skulling memories appear.

You may feel i'm innocent, from the bare downwards hell, which none man has perspired.
Little do you know, it's true.

I may think i'm tragic
The scars inside and out
i'm not.

Deep down I know i'm innocent, when it comes to heart, and bare skin.

— The End —