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Jan 2017
vicious cycles;
I seem to be composed of them.
I wish I could count on one hand the amount of hearts I've broken because of you.
But I've surpassed both of my hands, and all of my toes, and moved on to the fingers of my lovers.
Annastassia Mazo
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Annastassia Mazo  Ohio
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