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Oct 2017
I can’t rip through these bindings,
maybe it’s myself I’m finding
That’s in my way

So I just keep on fighting,
The hate inside I’m inciting
It’s in my way.

In my head there’s a war being fought,
Contradictions, self-loathing in every thought.
Don’t get in my way.
NTR
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NTR
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