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Sep 2022
i dreamt you had a journal
lined paper and black ink
my name written in bold
sickly words scribbled across
Sick and Evil
Sick and Evil

You do not have to forgive me
but i forgive me
i never dream and the one time i do, its you;
Written by
Constantine  20/M/6ftdeep
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