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Nov 2018
i treat people accordingly.
the ones i love are bored with me.
my love is not enough.
my love, that must be tough.
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when i can no longer do
then i am useless.
yes, it’s true.
i am disposable,
yet convenient,
like a tissue.
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but don’t you come up in my space.
i will dismiss you,
life goes beyond,
so i will live without or with you.
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the black rose  F/the islands
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