Thoughts

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Would anyone blink an eye
No one would even think twice
If I weren't so attached
I could slip away like a shadow
Into the dawn light
I could whither away like
A summer bloom into fall
My fantasies consist of
Black veils instead of white,
Unlike those other girls
I crave death//

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8.18.14

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