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Mar 2017
Your getting to close
I can't deal with your blows
But I can't say no
Why can't I get the memo
In my dark room I can't feel a thing I Just want to be alone
But you keep calling my phone
Sometimes it feels like your one of my bones
But lately I only feel alone
You kisses a work of art
All I want is to say no
Why can't you go ?
I hate it but
You've become a habit of my heart
My own piece of art
Shadowhollow
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Shadowhollow  18/F/England
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