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Dec 2017
The likeliness of my death,
Increases each day.
So, this is insurance,
To keep you a bay.
If I'm being honest;
This house is getting scary.
Which is not of my doing,
But you know me, I'm wary.
I love you, quite truly
And I need you to know,
That I'm sorry if I've left you,
But I guess, I had to go
Kiara
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Kiara  18/Genderqueer/Nederland
(18/Genderqueer/Nederland)   
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   Carina
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