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Jan 2021
the words you say
he smiles we fake
the way you save face

all the pretty, empty things

let them go
hit me, scream, cry
throw something, be mad
tell me how much you hate me
scream until i hate you back
let go of the pretty things
be empty
sick of the passive aggressive, just be aggressive.
nevaeh
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nevaeh  20/F/home
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     erica lynn, Alex and efni
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