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Dec 2020
I think of you every minute of every day.

This has made me lose myself

I need to be me, if you are to ever love me.
Often the feelings of love make your loved one an idol. However, without you being you, what is there to love? If you enjoyed this poem please comment or share it with someone who would enjoy it!
Toya the Ruthless
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Toya the Ruthless  18/M
   Audrianna and SiouxF
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