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May 2018
You do not
****** me,
high as hell,
give me a bunk apology,
and six months later
turn around and change the facts.
Cause they're ******* facts!
I was there,
with your unwelcomed touch.
He walked in to my rescue,
while you dry ******
fantasies
on my couch. (burn it)

You
are
dead
to
me.
/ignore


For the record, I don't own that couch anymore.

Byyeeeeeee
Alaina Moore
Written by
Alaina Moore  32/Non-binary/Chicago
(32/Non-binary/Chicago)   
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     ---, Fawn, Elle H and A Simillacrum
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