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Feb 2021
i throw the object to the floor,
rip out its leg,
and slam it at the door,
cut out its face,
out of anger and rage,
but im still alive,
and the voodoo doll remains,
i scream and yell
and rip it apart,
in attempts of killing
my bitter heart.
R L
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R L  17/F
(17/F)   
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