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Sep 2018
Love...
A cursed word
That I call my prison
The cell
The ruins of what's left
Of my broken heart
It's dark
Damp
And Nothing but shards
Which has buried deep
Within my skin
Waiting for someone
To find the key
And release me
From this hell
Someone has found the key
Justin
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Justin  18/M
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