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Mar 2019
Then there's the girl who's just waiting to be fixed
It's not me
It's these demons hiding under my bed
Their need to eat
No
Not my soul
Not my heart
Or at least what's left of it
It's all gone
laveni
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laveni  17/F/somewhere
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