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Oct 2021
The words you left on my skin;
Sting
And reading them makes me;
Nauseous
I would do anything to remove them;
But the idea of me being better than them gives me;
Hope
I refuse to drown in the body you used to;
Own
Kyle Janisch
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Kyle Janisch  27/M
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