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Mar 2019
A sickly poison,
Coursing through my veins.
Diminishing my freedom,
I'm shackled by chains.

The love you project,
Is not what it seems.
It is only justified,
In my lonesome dreams.

Sinister intentions,
Your affection bleak.
The times we share red,
In ******* I speak.
Written by
Chloe
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