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Oct 2017
I told you no
But you said yes
And now some nights are filled with unrest
I guess
I should feel blessed
Because I'm alive
I mean sure my lifes a mess
And I can't get you out of my head
And sometimes
I wish you were dead
I don't let people touch me
Unless I've had a drink
And I can't think
So I don't remember
And what you took
I can never get back
And that's something
I hate that fact
Victoria
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Victoria  27/Gender Fluid
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