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Jun 2016
You can tie me up and break me
Control every inch of my soul
Put me on an assembly line of mirror images
Sculpt me how you ******* want
But for the love of god let me tie my own noose
Let me end this game
I'm so tired
Luna Craft
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Luna Craft
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   ajit peter
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