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Mar 2021
“I don’t love you,” I said
Staring down at her fragile state
My eyes looking deep into her dull brown eyes
Piercing her soul
In one swift motion
I gently press the tip of the dagger
Unto her chest
I lower myself
and whisper
"And never will.”
thalia
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thalia  17/F/yearning
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