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Feb 2020
killed you,
just for someone else.
left to feel nothing else.
leap until you're someone else.
time that made me someone else.
drinks erase just how i felt.
poetry is nothing else.
happy with the way i melt,
addicted and I'm nothing else.
Written by
charles  29/M
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