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Dec 2020
Softly played music soothes
The wind howls as cars pass.
The fluorescent light shines on me.
Alone by myself, in a small room.
Paying for stress and work.
A slave of my own making.
I hope it will be worth it.
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Toya the Ruthless
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Toya the Ruthless  18/M
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