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Nov 2017
You sat upon your throne
made up of empty cigarette cartons and crushed beer cans.
You thought yourself so mighty and entitled.
Yet, you didn't see it coming, did you?
I left the pathetic kingdom you ruled and enslaved me in.
Like a shadow of death, I gave you one last kiss
and everything as you knew it came
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This goes back to my life a few years ago when I was still a bit more naive than I am now.
SeaChel
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SeaChel  25/F/California
(25/F/California)   
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