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Sep 2016
She had *** three times this week,
Because she is feeling weak.
It felt sweet,
Each time she felt loved,
Even though she knew,
It was for the moment,
She felt loved,
So it was okay,
Until she laid in bed,
In disgust,
Red drips across her wrist.
Marie Love
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Marie Love  Ocean State
(Ocean State)   
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   Ravenlimit
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