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Jun 6
In a whirlpool of tears,
My head filled with pain,
my eyes are too heavy,
my heart begging for change
I'm not even hungry,
I'm full on emotions,
Every time my hair is dry
I'm pulled back to this ocean
I can't find a direction
unless I drown first,
worshipping chaos-
this must be my curse
There's a drawer of my things at rock bottom
Kalliope
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Kalliope  27/F/Home
(27/F/Home)   
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   Cloudydaze and Maybelater2
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