The flickering lighters
And twisting of bones
I can't remember
Remember.
___
— white ; E.D
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoesíaThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
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The flickering lighters
And twisting of bones
I can't remember
Remember.
___
— white ; E.D
