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Nov 2016
Something sick, unfair inside me says please love me
Says think of me, talk to me, write for me
Says I need you like oxygen so tell me you need me too
And it happens around the same time of night, ever night
Something sick, unfair awakens
And the whispers grow louder
And *I wish I'd just die
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
(23/FTM/NC)   
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