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May 2021
sin
the things i've done,
they sank into my skin
and drew a crimson pattern
on the surface,
so when i die,
i want to die with purpose,
and cleanse away
this everlasting sin.
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Victoria  30/F/Ukraine
(30/F/Ukraine)   
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