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Perverted World

I'm weary of this twisted world Lacking virtue and moral No one's perfect but this extreme Is a nightmare, not a dream Despair is closing in around Not a person have I found Who wants person over flesh Everyone's demanding sex Many years have I spent Watching for someone unbent But such a soul I cannot see In such a world we are not free.
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LizLizzie
24 / F
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Jul 23, 2018
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