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Jun 20
My hoarsened throat begins to swell
Everlasting pills won't help me now.
I swallow these words of hatred as I lie awake at night.
Craving, reaching, my hungry hands beg
Seeing lustful pain and sad groaning begins to wet my saddened eyes.
Camille
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Camille  20/F
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