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Apr 2020
Stay away from me, don’t come here
Roses wither when I come near
I’m living on the edge of a knife
And everything I touch turns to ice
I promised you, I next time won't go back to who I were before you came around
But you know it's in my blood and my hands are tightly bound  
And if I fall into the water and once again sink down
Walk away from me and let me drown
~ A.S 06.04.20 ~
Alexa
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Alexa  22/Gender Fluid/Sverige
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