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SHE
when out
she was known for her
goofiness,
infectious smile,
non stop chattering
and childish charisma.
but inside the walls of her room
she was the one,
with puffy red eyes,
bloody wrists,
broken heart,
and lost soul.
k.d
Tuesday 23rd June 2020 9:42 am
Was it so hard to love her?
She was broken,
her soul was falling apart.
You were the cause,
yet she kept on loving you.
She took all the pain, all the suffering,
in hope that you'll change one day.
Months passed by,
and her soul became hollow.
She was getting suffocated,
but all she craved was your love.
You betrayed her not once not twice but so many times,
but she t...
Saturday 13th June 2020 8:14 pm
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