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Apr 2020
Maybe the ghost
Will come to my door
And he too,
Will become a thief
And steal my life away.
Hopes for the future from the past. And probably present. Iā€™m an *** who stole and destroyed more than his heart.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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