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Jan 2021
Everything's my fault.
All right is wrong.
I curl and cry.
She'll just standby.
A blood ******* ell.
She dosen't care how i feel
Tomorrows today.
Her evil persuade.
cant get away.

She's the tumor that eats me up.
Her scissor fingers cut my hope.
She's the bandade that hide the spots away.
Im not worth a life
Arthemy
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Arthemy  15/M/Somewhere
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