𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑

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6. july
unnamed
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cutting things short
always cutting them shorter

and there they go
my words

all gone
nothings left

just my tears

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