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Jun 2018
i hate
when they say
that love
is freedom

love is the worst type of prison

when he hold me
i feel like
my only way to escape
is death
when he kiss my lips
there's no passion
just anxiety
and fake smiling
Szymon Hudon
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Szymon Hudon  17/M/Poland
(17/M/Poland)   
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