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Mar 2017
I do not want to feel
but I need it in order to heal
the days seems shorter and my nights longer I search for truth and peace within the world yet I never find it I'm met with lies and pain that causes me to grow colder a bed of tears is all I know and what keeps me comfort I sometimes drown in my own sorrow and scream for help while dying but no one ever seems to hear me...
Philomena
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Philomena  F/Washington, d.c.
(F/Washington, d.c.)   
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   Demonatachick
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