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May 2019
Manipulation
is how you convince me
to believe that i am nothing.
And even though i know your methods,
I still cant avoid your grasp
As i gasp;
At the loathsomeness I feel
For wanting your love.
You toss me aside
With the old banana
That was just a little
Too ripe
For your liking.
Drowning in filth,
I cry out for you;
Mother, Mother!
Though only darkness
Comes to my aid.
Written by
Autumn Bruening
158
     Bogdan Dragos and mila
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