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Feb 2014
for you, i hold nothing but contempt;
full of lies and hateful words.
i regret every single day i spent
every single voice of yours i heard.

it might as well be ******
in an oasis of *** and fantasy
and you didn't listen when i'd murmur
at your hand, i lost all sanity.

my prime weakness,
my ultimate curse
the karma, it seeks us
leads us to our hearse.
Aviendha Goodrich
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Aviendha Goodrich  21/Cisgender Female/Maryland
(21/Cisgender Female/Maryland)   
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