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Jun 2019
all the memories of my past selves have claws
from the fingers i pried off of them

i try to let it all sink beneath my feet but
you throw them back like plastic,
saying 'they're drowning the turtles'.

your hatred is relentless and
i don't remember what i did to be on the receiving end
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nianko  27/Cisgender Female/Lisbon
(27/Cisgender Female/Lisbon)   
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