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Oct 8
Why do you run,
Dear?
I love you,
Please don’t fear.
I’ll take this knife
To your ribs;
Slice open your chest
Toy with your life.
If you would just love me
Maybe I’d play a bit nicer;
But right now I’ll sear your flesh
With my favorite BIC™ lighter.
My brain is just popping out banger after banger. (I may be losing it)
Lena
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Lena  15/Gender Fluid/Blaine, MN
(15/Gender Fluid/Blaine, MN)   
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