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Apr 2020
I can feel each finger grip my side
Each push so much harder and each tear so much quieter
I know how bad it all looks and I know im not faultless
But my guilt is killing me
I can feel his breath on my neck but I can hear your words in my ear
I feel so worthless
I am no more than the words you say to me and I know youre growing tired of my insecurities and it hurts like hell to watch
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Chapstick  16/F/In a bad time
(16/F/In a bad time)   
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   Sergio Gonzalez
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