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Oct 2020
I can't be mad at him
because I know
how he holds his shield
and pretends
my open arms are a declaration of war.
he fears turning back into the thorn crown
that I once wore upon my head.
I'm not able to be mad at him
livianna
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livianna  Cisgender Female
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