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Jan 2022
you can't buy my love. feral animals
don't wear gold (and that's what you made me)
so i'll chew and spit it back in your
face before i rip it open the way
you once did to me when
i was little and
defense
less
you can't take back what you did.
misha
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misha  23/F/under the sea
(23/F/under the sea)   
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