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May 2020
I get hallucinations,
I get them all the time.
my backpocket vibrating,
oh thanks god, it was not your text.

I'm used to your temper
when I dont respond.
im scared but
how do I get out?

Duh, I'm a fool
why won't you talk to me
do you even bother
or am I just your stored trophy now?

Treat me  
like you want me to treat you.
not like this
YOU are so irrational.
Call me bella
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Call me bella  16/F
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   Wyatt
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