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May 2020
remember?
your opulence
my starvation
no
of course not
i'd like to say i don't care
but i do
i sit in
and i will to your end
i am your opulence
and you are my starvation
it hurts like a cut in the kitchen
the sharper the blade
the less it hurts
but the more you bleed






Debra in Silence
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Debra in Silence
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