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Dec 2
Spiders crawl up my back
                                               And they bite
Just when I thought my problems
                                             Were out of sight
I sit in an empty room
                                       With no light

And I must ask...
How endless...
Is the night?
Untrustworthy Asshole
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Untrustworthy Asshole  Trans Male/Crying In a Corner
(Trans Male/Crying In a Corner)   
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