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Monday, September 21

messy

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She was a messy girl.
Her words were thrown across paper
In messy handwriting. 
Her hair was thrown up in a bun,
With hands covered in messy splatters of paint.
Her heart was thrown around in pieces,
And her soul covered with messy love.
She was a messy girl,
Because plain things scared her.

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