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Feb 2020
Away
Get yourself out of here
Disgust?
Of course not.
I said...
Leave this place
I cannot hold on
Any longer
To such a
Corrupted tabernacle
I'll swallow the pain
Try not to inflict it
You weren't the one
Removed my arm
Now I'll say again
Run away
From the injured one.
Written by
Chandy  22/M/U.S
(22/M/U.S)   
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   will19008
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