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Marium. Allah. Pakistani. Asheville. Family. Friends. Praying. Traveling. Music. Fashion. Cats. Good Eats. Thunderstorms. New York. Staying Up Late. Smiling. Memories. Dancing.
"All this time
I drank you like the cure when maybe
you were the poison.
Something is wrong,
I think you want to hurt me and everything smells
like wasted blood."
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Clementine von Radics (via
rabbrakha
)