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Sep 2019
And the boys see your tears as nectar. Flocking, not seeing the cyanide flowing from your eyes, wanting to be the savior. They’ll never be the anecdote, but, after all, a savior isn’t needed, just wanted.
You won’t save me but I won’t ask you to stop trying either.
Autmn T
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Autmn T  19/Cisgender Female/Iowa
(19/Cisgender Female/Iowa)   
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