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Taboo




Taboo
Do what makes you happy,
that's what I've been told.

Do what makes you happy,
my thoughts are so cold.

Do what makes you happy.

I miss visible wounds.
I miss the release.
I miss the explanation that didn't require words.
My words.
My mistakes.

But all of that is Taboo.
Do what makes you happy.
Are you sure you want me to? 

-Belle Rose

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