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Jun 2020
The one that I thought would save me from harm,
Eventually **** me Inside.

No, no. No need to use a knife, a sword, or a gun.
But, it's definitely straight to my heart.
I don't know if I will survive or not...

And earlier, you said that you want me to go away.
So, are you happy to see me dying now?
Written by
Alifia
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