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Jan 2019
You used to care
But now you call me
The boy who cried wolf

Telling me, in unison
That when it comes,
You don't need me telling you

That moment I realized that
I can't wait
For the wolf to tear me apart.
the wolf is suicidal thoughts
enid jerzt looper
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enid jerzt looper  23/Agender/BGC, Philippines
(23/Agender/BGC, Philippines)   
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