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Oct 2021
Let's go,
My heart doesn't think,
It feels.
And that's ****,
So imma take it out.
I'm into bleeding,
So I'll take the opportunity and let some come out before I close the hole.
You say it's impossible to survive?
I was never into living anyways.
It *****.
Sara Leal
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Sara Leal  25/F/Portugal
(25/F/Portugal)   
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