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Jun 2019
I’ve made friends with perfect strangers
Weeks later and I’ve foolishly tried
Just so that I could feel the warmth
Of such a desperately atrocious lie

I’m hopeful deep down in my nothingness
That you can’t let me go
That you can’t stop seeing my face
And that this is all a vicious show
5/23/19
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