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Apr 2020
i cannot be nice
i hear gun shots
i see knives
i taste bile
i smell death
every where i go
i cannot be nice
i gt an idea for this from a friend on discord he was imposibly nice
and i notice i cant be like him
nightMARE
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nightMARE  Gender Fluid/Canada
(Gender Fluid/Canada)   
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   Hawa, hiba sajid, Emma Price and ---
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