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Jul 2023
He thinks that his withdrawal
Will soften the blow
That his absence
Will numb me like anesthetics
But he doesn't realize
That even if
He's killing me slowly
I'm still bleeding all the same
That even if
I'm suffocated blind
I'm still going to gasp for air
Pyrrha
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Pyrrha  23/F/Texas
(23/F/Texas)   
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     --- and Weeping willow
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