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Mar 2020
Don’t stop me on the street
Two years after she’s gone
My goddess who birthed me
I don’t need your sympathy
Your questions don’t help me
When she’s just ashes in a ***
Her death isn’t your place
To prove your fake niceness
And pretend that you care when you don’t
grief
Paper Heart Poet
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Paper Heart Poet
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   Mark S
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