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Jul 2018
end this unnecessary bickering
why does it have to be this way
i toss you a ******* bone
in return, ****** stones are thrown
bruising me
hurting me
torturing me
pummeling me deeper
in this god forsaken soil
where hell lives just underneath
waiting to embrace me.
...
but you don't see that, do you?
I'm dwindling to raise you up, but you say thank you by stepping on me.
Fritzi Melendez
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Fritzi Melendez  23/F/Texas
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