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Oct 2020
all the people around me treat you
like a vicious enemy out for blood,
a five-headed monster I should stay at least
300 feet away from at all times —
and I act surprised when they do.

I mean, the stories I tell are not fiction
and you do fit the role.
they just never seem to match the image burned into my brain.
I cannot bring myself to admit you could be pure evil.
after all, it was you who made me believe in angels.
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t  23/F/earth
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