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Apr 2019
all alone wouldn't call this freedom
memories make me die almost every evening

regret is a knife that cuts even
between my brain, heart, and lungs
hard to tell if I'm breathing-bleeding-dreaming

what would you do
if all of it was true
what would you say
if I couldn't give you the milky way

destiny is always a funny greeting
arrives on time when I'm leaving
badtaste
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badtaste  22/M/Murray, Kentucky
(22/M/Murray, Kentucky)   
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