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Jan 2019
A creature of habit
In dire need
Of your insatiable touch
The rush
When your hot lips were locked on my neck
As you held my face
But that look
You were dead before you died
I could see your numbness
You were a hostage to the clock
In a race against time
Before we expired
#love #depressed #suicide #kiss #selfharm
Julia Ruth
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Julia Ruth  18/F
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