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May 2021
You
I hate when you message.
A seething heat burns at my heart.
My eyes are bloodshot.
Yet you still think there’s a chance,
and that is why I cannot go back or love you like before.
Written by
Delyla Nunez  26/F/Nowhere
(26/F/Nowhere)   
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