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Jun 2020
hate you so much
I am enslaved
that gate stay shut
still openly craved
The tears that you've caused
The love that you gave
inflicting thought, shower your head
sweat on your sheets, leaving me dead
I'd die once again, if only you'd wish
******* or grow me, in your petri dish.
Somet
Lxvi
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Lxvi  29/M/Victoria
(29/M/Victoria)   
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