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Jul 2018
My body is broken, bleeding from how you accept me without fault.
Sure I may lie and tear you to pieces, but you still desire to patch my wounds and lay beside me.
There is nothing more painful and tragically beautiful than this.
Going through hell.
Janjay
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Janjay  24/M/Aliso Viejo
(24/M/Aliso Viejo)   
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