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Sep 2017
I briefly thought about messaging you
To ask you what exactly it is you want
Because it can't be a daughter,
It can't be something I am not.
What exactly will knowing do for you?
What do you want from me?
Are you going to rip me apart,
And watch me deal with it too?
Chloe's Not An Angel
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Chloe's Not An Angel  23/F/UK
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