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Aug 2021
I bleed dry for his happiness.
He dances on my weakness.
I’m forever stained.
Anger outbreaks and bruised thighs
I don’t know him when I look into his eyes.
I want to run and be alone.
I’m good at racing the other way
When things go array
I want to stray
And
Disappear.
In the end, it’s me and I.
Stewie
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Stewie  32/F/Tampa, FL
(32/F/Tampa, FL)   
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