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May 2014
I hate that feeling
at the pit of my stomach
when I know I've
done something terribly
wrong

I hate that feeling of
impending doom
when it is just
expected that something
like this will happen
and it is no
surprise
well, ****
the existential romanticist
Written by
the existential romanticist  F/amongst the stars
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