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Jan 2019
I cover up and hide
Under my sleeves
In between my thighs
Under my jeans
You make me sad
I call this line a coward
And this one “you’re easy”
You’ve named my lines
You know them, know them not
After all
They are your lines
I hate that I’ve run back to such a horrible method of coping. Thanks to you M
Paola Verduzco
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Paola Verduzco  20/F/Texas
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