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Jul 2016
Oh, Love.
I don’t believe there’s a heart in my chest.
And you say you disagree.
But, have you noticed how I breathe in,
All the things that shouldn’t be.
I know where this leads,
I’m headed straight for a watery grave.

Eventually it’ll just be
The Devil,

And me.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
(23/North Carolina)   
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   Ovi-Odiete
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