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May 2019
Put a knife to my throat and split it open,
You won't notice blood gushing out.
When I ran out of tears my eyes bled,
I'm hollow now, even my soul fled.
If only those bad dreams go away...
Kanishka
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Kanishka  20/F/India
(20/F/India)   
130
   ---, Ben's Oldies and Fawn
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