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11:11AM, my swan song

I am (I am, I am, I am)

a girl, a child, a God

a body and a soul

a being that longs for love

i, i, i

what if i told you i've killed? and what if i don't? what if

i have a terrible secret,

a spot of ink, black on my crimson

red heart?

I am (I am, I am) seven years old and sixteen and seventy-two

unhappy unbothered unlovable

i am dead and alive

but not for long anymore

i told you,

4:44 my swan song

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