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Sep 2019
if there ever comes a day
where i am no longer my own
you don’t have to **** me
for i will already be dead and gone
if there ever comes a time
where my thoughts aren’t mine
and my manners are set standards
i will be sold away like canned dirt
realize you’re a slave to your mind
Written by
Eliza
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