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every lie, is a knife. cut through the vines we took so long to grow, like a limb, severed with no medication or a bomb, set for detonation, patiently waiting, set to destroy us from the inside out.
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Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC
Where Deceit lies
every lie, is a knife. cut through the vines we took so long to grow, like a limb, severed with no medication or a bomb, set for detonation, patiently waiting, set to destroy us from the inside out.
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17/F/missouri
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC
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