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May 2020
every second spent alone
is one filled with tears
a blubbering mess
when nobody's here
close the door when you leave
i don't want you to hear
i wish i could snap my fingers
and just disappear
and truly its that easy
just the slip of a blade
could take all this
hurt away
in a blink
i'd be free of my pain
but i know that
that is not the way
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  22/F/i'm not really sure
(22/F/i'm not really sure)   
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