Anaïs Nin, from The Voice
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He makes me feel some kind way,
He won’t make it to twenty eight.
He kisses me like it’s child’s play,
He’s my beginning and my end.
When he’s asleep and I start to pray
Begging God and every saint,
Please don’t let the fame,
Drift my boy away.
There’s a needle in his vein,
It’s not even past midday,
I feel I have to help
He has a show later today,
But he said it’ll be okay
Once his band has their big break.
Im his muse and he’s the ray,
I wish to bathe in every day.
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delusional girl room, delude magazine 2023
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At whispers hour
I hear the loudest memories
That scream at me to remember
And I ignore the quietest voices
Begging for me to forget
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𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟰 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹? ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺
🍂🕯️🐦⬛🕸️☕️
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