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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2200982
poetry of my desperate state of mind that I don't even understand
I should be happy to not have plans
They felt like my joy
My tears don't have the chance
To be used for a boy

I was shining
But I'm cold and I hate people
My hope is declining

-Malaika De Angelis
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