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frustration flows through my arteries,
draining bitterness to my heart
I consume all the unprescribed pills, setting my body to restart
It weighs on my shoulders but I can't possibly surrender
because a little girl from six years ago dared to dream of everything splendour
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Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed
