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Apr 2020
our everything was really nothing.

it was a game you played to keep yourself entertained,

now my friendships are strained,

you haunt me with every **** thing you did,

my trust issues arose,

and now im a broken ******* whos name is toxic.
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eli  15/Gender Questioning/----
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