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Aug 2021
I rarely
think of
you,

But
when I
do.

There's sounds
of melancholic
music.

That
moment
you were
drowning,

And choking
my soul to
death.

Trying to
**** me off.

All because
you couldn't
love yourself.

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2021-7-20
Abuse surviver emotional
abuse survivor , abuse emotional abuse heartache.
Written by
Benita Staebell McCartney  F/Iowa USA
(F/Iowa USA)   
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