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Nov 2018
I think you loved me out of obligation
You needed a project, I needed salvation.

When roses grew between my lips and my place in your bed, you picked them and offered them to Someone else instead.
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J  22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast
(22/Gender Nonconforming/East Coast)   
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