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Apr 2020
so she lies.
spins the truth, spins it faster than her head.
collapses to the floor, and wishes she was dead.
So she hides.
feels the tears as the makeup stains her face.
i will no longer be your hiding place.
Loser
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Loser  23/M/My room
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