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Apr 2021
she only writes when you ask her to.
thats how i know the ink she bleeds is for you.
i cant help but think about her words in a longing way
i wish i could write about you the way she does
maybe her love for you is somehow stronger than mine
who knows
she always confused me anyway
Mikey
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Mikey  18/Trans/my bed
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