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Sep 2014
you are like sandpaper
i never stood a chance
you wear me down
everyday
i trip over my attempts
to satisfy
your needs
your desire
for something that was
never me
i can't fulfill your fantasies
i'm not from a dream
i'm from a nightmare
I can't.
Started as myself talking to myself.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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