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Oct 2022
she whispered to me of sacrifice,
of the suffering i must endure for a beauty unmatched,
and although it means nights feeling empty inside,
at least the goddess of a failing practice will love me.
Written by
mae  19/F/on your mind <3
(19/F/on your mind <3)   
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