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It's such a fucking cliche.
There's no way it could be this simple.
I'm waiting for a rock to hit.
But all I'm feeling is pebbles.
Is this really how it's going to be now?
Did we finally get lucky?
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Finding Myself I ▽
Poetry"She painted her soul with words and displayed the pain for all to observe." Where a girl is learning how to love herself and the complicated life she lives.
