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Blood gushed in, flooding my brain from the lane before the highway the Staples before the flame the words that made a laughter it hurts and blanketed dread By the match box is my name written in small words of despair but even matches do not lit for I lack all the masculine and the feminity of flare I'm ashamed as it tricked me as the reality unfolds me and my little mask of happy thoughts they came back to original posts I apologize that this I'm born
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Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
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Blood gushed in, flooding my brain from the lane before the highway the Staples before the flame the words that made a laughter it hurts and blanketed dread By the match box is my name written in small words of despair but even matches do not lit for I lack all the masculine and the feminity of flare I'm ashamed as it tricked me as the reality unfolds me and my little mask of happy thoughts they came back to original posts I apologize that this I'm born
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Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
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