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The enemy wont have any hold on me. The biggest problem is lying within me. Vices I so excitedly flaunt about. Thoughts I keep yet have been screaming out loud. Things I kneel for every night. Stuff that brings about my every fright. The enemy does not know how to **** me. And I'd win this battle as greatly expected. Then I'd die slowly keeping all my secrets slowly stabbing and dragging me.
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Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 8:13 AM UTC
What you feed grows. What you starve dies.
The enemy wont have any hold on me. The biggest problem is lying within me. Vices I so excitedly flaunt about. Thoughts I keep yet have been screaming out loud. Things I kneel for every night. Stuff that brings about my every fright. The enemy does not know how to **** me. And I'd win this battle as greatly expected. Then I'd die slowly keeping all my secrets slowly stabbing and dragging me.
Thyself
LucidLucy
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Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 8:13 AM UTC
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