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Oct 7
My scars plead ,I'll bleed and you will have no choice but to take care of me
I'll bill your pain, for i am a rose shown to expose your vile lies.

not a moment, too soon
I'll bury myself leaving you with a toll as my gift to you

"Hate it or not, it is yours to see."
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Lunarsarray  18/M
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