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Dec 2016
isn't it unfair?

how someone can earn control of the stars in your eyes
and turn them into comets
or supernovas--

i don't believe in religion, but,
i relented to
you, my God.

i'm sick of being sick over you
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Day  21/F/lost (AL)
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