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Nov 2019
you make me want to **** myself
and it shouldn't be so
you who make me so happy
make me want to go

though the sadness that i feel
is not equal in measure
i cannot deny
that those feelings are real

i can't jump out the window
i can't set myself on fire
i can barely speak my mind
where am i to go
it doesn't make sense.
it doesn't matter.
july 2019.
helia
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helia  26/F/PH
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     Dani and Bogdan Dragos
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