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I’m Sad Excellence, so promising, right within reach, Oh-so beyond comprehension, a few feet. It’s sad Prudently bliss, the metaphysically amiss. Emotionally pithed, although hard to admit. Sad Tho none who can deceive show the opposite side of me, instead, Me, who can deceive, show the opposite to none and only to me.
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Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
She's Sad
I’m Sad Excellence, so promising, right within reach, Oh-so beyond comprehension, a few feet. It’s sad Prudently bliss, the metaphysically amiss. Emotionally pithed, although hard to admit. Sad Tho none who can deceive show the opposite side of me, instead, Me, who can deceive, show the opposite to none and only to me.
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22/M/USA
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
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