《My Life in Ruins ; Poetry》Little old me

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Such a bitter-sweet escape, but is it worth the price I pay? Is it worth the melancholy days? My lungs are fried, my skin in chopped, my liver is drowned, my mind is corrupt. I will never be the same as little old me. What would she think if she saw this cruel and dried-out teen?

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