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Feb 2021
I can fill my own shallow grave
You always said I was too vain

But you are too bland
With the vanilla ideals you seem to depend on

So I can't sit here, and watch you do it
Although it would provide some entertainment

Once, I was agile
And I spun webs of golden lies

I was a spider in my nikes
With eight shining glass eyes

Now, I lure you down to the reservoir
Where I'm face-down in mud

I did love you, truly
I just must have loved myself more

Write a song about me.
Illustrate me in your novel.
Remember me.
I'm back after a 2 month long hiatus :) not in love w this but I'm getting back into it
Written by
essie  24/F/new york
(24/F/new york)   
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       Thomas W Case, Wk kortas and Joseph Rice
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