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Jul 2021
How much do I Have to hate myself?
I don't want to exist among these loved ones.
I am tired of your loved ones,
Precious loved ones allowed to lose me.
To make the filth they wouldn't but mock.
Theodora Oniceanu
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Theodora Oniceanu
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