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Nov 2015
Dear ex:
I can't wash away your sins.
I've tried until I'm sore,
But my body won't come clean.
We planned a future around insecurities,
And you cried when I ran away.
You can't expect me to want you
After you took away
The last of my innocence.
I can't put cocoa butter
Over the scars you've left on my heart.
Aerial McAdams
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Aerial McAdams  25/F/Springfield, Illinois
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