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Jul 2022
Stung by the bee, wild in what I thought was love
my heart saturated in venom, oozing out fruitless hopes
of keeping you closeβ€”despite the burning poisonβ€”
I tried to fight for your love
like love was meant to be a conquest,
a battle for your cold affection
and not a sanctuary.
averylia
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averylia  19/Cisgender Female/Canada
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