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Dec 2012
I had a purpose
To let you sit on me
Let you bleed on me
And walk away
Untouched
No you can go
Unfucked
And love someone
With your
Fake aesthetic
I hope you know
You are
Faker than foe
You're a pretty little ***
That stands
On the corner
Down the street
You fed
Off my meat
Deceit
Was all
You gave me
Hannah Elisabeth Johnston
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   Zach Gordon
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