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Apr 2020
Love is a threat,
Love is a danger fix,
Love is the black that makes the lines,
Yet also fills the page,
Scary to be in,
Scarier to never be,
So, tell me,
Why?

Why do I want to thank you for loving me?
While I continuously ask myself,
Why,
The ****,
Was I so happy,
When,
You stopped
Oliver Gottlieb
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Oliver Gottlieb  13/M/Maryland
(13/M/Maryland)   
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