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May 2019
from the pain that chases us
like monsters under the bed
chrome gun barrels pointed at our head
****** tears because the pain never ends
killers and thieves after me like when the
dead inside
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dead inside  18/M/fire island nyc
(18/M/fire island nyc)   
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