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Apr 2019
i busy myself i busy my hands i keep moving keep doing don’t stop to breathe don’t stop to sleep don’t stop to think because in every pause - is you. you fill empty rooms you fill empty minds and you fill the empty heart of mine you left to rot and thoughts of you ensnare me
caged in by the love i gave that i thought protected me instead it betrays and mocks.
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Malvika  25/F/Illinois
(25/F/Illinois)   
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