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Sep 2020
Can't pretend to be too
Fond--
I got this blood all on my palms.
And if you ask me, yes of course
I'll swear that really nothing's wrong.
Through half smoked cigars and boxes
Of pad thai,
I'm just pushing past the years of being the
Bad guy.
And if I'm just worm food to the dirt that Craves you,
How do you expect me to bleed out simply to
Save you?
Misty Meadows
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Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
(21/F/Pennsylvania)   
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