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Jul 2023
Beaten bitter, broke my bones
Time to make them, so I’m told
The hits I take them, on their own
My life is forfeit, taken home

Spit taste sweet, golden reached
Head is dizzy, taking me
Neck aches in lactic poverty
Knuckles I drag them, time to bleed
Written by
Hastfan  18/M/Australia
(18/M/Australia)   
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