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I put up walls higher than Chinas I have stitches from past traumas Trust became my enemy Love made me a widower My heart stopped But my eyes are still open I dont want to die But I think im dead anyways
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Nov 11, 2021
Nov 11, 2021 at 2:02 PM UTC
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I put up walls higher than Chinas I have stitches from past traumas Trust became my enemy Love made me a widower My heart stopped But my eyes are still open I dont want to die But I think im dead anyways
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Nov 11, 2021
Nov 11, 2021 at 2:02 PM UTC
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