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Jun 2021
To get out of bed
And accomplish the dream
Of a miracle.
And so it seems that I found a way
To **** myself harder than I can take
For your world was too precious
And mine was just starting to be...

And now I hate myself
And wish we go on separate ways
You want ing nothing of me
And I wishing nothing of you
For the sake of a world we both love and hate
For the same reasons.
Theodora Oniceanu
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Theodora Oniceanu
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