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Oct 2019
it was the 22nd of october
smoking outside of your dads house when it started
you started to leave me
i could feel you
you were digging your hands into me
trying to stay
burning me with lighters and cutting me with nails
if i could i would scoop you up and push you back inside of me
you are dead now and i think i am too
another old one
Facia Overkill
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Facia Overkill  22/F/Chester, England
(22/F/Chester, England)   
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