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Feb 2018
I won’t leave this world
Until my they’ve got my word
I mean words
Of loneliness, restless hopes
Dreams that made me sick,
Of my own oppression, depression
Cuts on my legs, holes in the chest
Cold touch and anxious mind
Ideefixe
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Ideefixe  18/M
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