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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
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