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Nov 2019
ii
I hope you know your words are like knives.
Cutting through my flesh, sticking out my back.
Some of them may leave scars and never mend,
but you should know that I can't feel the stabs.
They're in places others have already been before,
so why don't you take them out?
Myka
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Myka  F/Nowhere
(F/Nowhere)   
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   --- and Bogdan Dragos
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