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Mar 2019
I seek nothing,
But security
Yet all that I'm bearing,
Was pure cruelty.
Deceived by you,
I was torn,
Light shine through,
A tragedy was born.
All hail to the one,
Tear me, break me apart,
All hail to the one,
Make me a suicide art.
Elle
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Elle
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     José, V, ---, Mind Matterer, Amy Childers and 7 others
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