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A Letter To My Past Self: "Ode to Mira"

A letter to my past self, it is calls

Mesh tights
Sad eyes
Black lips and thigh highs
Suicide you've tried
But all you want is to stay alive
This is hard I know
It's like running barefoot through snow
It will get better
which is why I am writing this letter
Like a stray dog
Looking for love
Love will be right in front of you
Focus on that too
There is no need to neglect your sorrow
Maybe it will be gone by tomorrow!
As your happy thoughts dwindle
And your mind will kindle
Your depressed mind
It is thinking all the time open your eyes
And stop feeding your lies

A Letter To My Past Self: "Ode to Mira"
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