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Mar 2013
Complacent me
You are a toy of mine
As I watch you move
I control your soul and mind
But it’s all inside my head
I’m *******, ****** up
Temporary pleasure
Fills
The night
Becomes morning, slowly
Kills me
I die
I die
I die
Every time…
Anonymous
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Anonymous  NYC
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