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Jun 2020
skin crawling with rage
like roaches scattering in the light
i'm so ******* enfuriated
but i'm too tired to fight
i lay in my bed sore
shivering with spite
if thoughts could ****
you'd be dead tonight
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  22/F/i'm not really sure
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