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May 2016
Rip
Feelings of despair, why couldn't I see what's there?
                       Right in front of, standing on me
       Rip it out, slowly, slowly, rip it out I wasn't your one an only
              Never put expectations in something so artificial
                          So superficial, artificial sweetners
Vivian Ienello
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Vivian Ienello  21/Androgynous/Boston
(21/Androgynous/Boston)   
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