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Alessiah

Published: Jul 18, 2017

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It's not arrhythmia but heart sobbing.

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_{SoloCrimson found this verse in my sketchbook and ever since has been obsessing over it, so i turned it into 6 word story for her! also, tomorrow is her b-day so go and give her tones of love!

sidenote: many of my old poems had to go as i browsed through my history and cringed in an obscene amount of times, so don't be surprised if you maybe won't be able to find a writing you were looking for

© Alessiah 2017.}