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Mar 2012
Misery ******* loves me,
She can't let go,
Anywhere, and everywhere,
Her face will show.
She drags me down,
When my life goes good,
She makes me suffer,
To be fair, she should.
I cant get close to many,
But when I do, they'll know,
Cos there wouldnt be any part,
Of my life not on show.
Thoughts and feeling,
Race through my mind,
A place to rest my thoughts,
Are rare to find.
So I'll just carry on,
Doordling through life,
Coming across pain,
And walking hand in hand with strife.
Kyle Chewie Insch
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Kyle Chewie Insch  31/Cisgender Male/Southampton, UK.
(31/Cisgender Male/Southampton, UK.)   
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