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Mar 2020
maybe that's why i come home rarely
what's the point of being at home,
when you don't feel like it is anyway.
God knows, i love them still.

maybe that's why
every word that they spat
hurts like a million gunshot.
God knows, i still love them still.
Written by
dessa
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