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Sep 2020
i cried over you
yes you
i'dve died to be with you
that's true
thought i was right
but i was just confused
that was the last fight
blew my last fuse
no more faking nice
or picking sides
you pulled a knife
threatened my life
at my throat
and for what
you feel entitled
to my trust
like every wall
should fall to dust
melt like ice
beneath your touch
but i have limits
don't ask for much
boundaries
you want none
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  22/F/i'm not really sure
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