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Mar 2014
someone I once (loved) kills himself every day
with various darkness and poisons
because he hates the way he was made
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someone he once (loved) wakes up every day
with various dreams and flowers
because she learned to love the way she was made
Alexis Martin
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Alexis Martin
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