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Apr 2021
some things bring me joy
like the drip of a faucet
coming to an end
knowing there will be a day
where there will be one less boy
and between life and death you shall cross it
lay in your eternal bed
what i love most about you
is that one day you'll be dead
call me crazy
but i hate your ******* guts
you'll never see me again
but just know
i revel in how much i can depise you
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cal  19/Cisgender Female/ya motha
(19/Cisgender Female/ya motha)   
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