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Sep 2014
You and I
we were supposed to
supposed to
to, to, to-
What were we
supposed to do again?

Oh yes, we were supposed
to work.
But you had to go and drive
a six inch knife into
my tiny chest.

But thank you anyways
for ******* me over
and hurting me beyond
repair.

We were supposed to work,
not ******* fail
and you made us fail.
And you made us
grow distant.
But I'm the one who
initiated it so
I apologize for that,
but only that.
Remus
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Remus  23/Trans Male
(23/Trans Male)   
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