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Mar 2019
I slice open my hand,
and spread red across my door.
Yet I still don't quite understand,
why you seem to knock even more.

It's OK
it's just a phase
or rather that's the phrase
they all say.
uwu
badtaste
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badtaste  22/M/Murray, Kentucky
(22/M/Murray, Kentucky)   
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