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Aug 2020
Hey, I think I'm dying literally--
didn't know if I'm overthinking or it's indeed a taste of death.
Either way, I want to live and never leave.
But if the reaper cuts my throat and rips my heart.
I want you to know I will die happy knowing that she loved me.
Written by
Xanny Riddle  21/M/abyss
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