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Nov 2018
I've never wished death on anyone
But you, you see
Hurt me too deep.

You never swallowed your pride
When you cut me

You decided to blame me
For your mistakes

Though everyday I pray that you Would go away,
Begging please on my knees toward God
You're a sickness no pill could ease
Shea
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Shea  20/Genderqueer/|•
(20/Genderqueer/|•)   
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