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Oh the things I let you do made a god of you giving and you take not awake to the ways I made me weak knelt willingly as you kissed me a parody of grace a sinner afraid ashamed of her crimes the worst of mine being first a thirst for freedom this independence quench it second imperfections unchecked boxes and missed directions submit for corrections third pleas for gentle words shut up that never works with women like you thus you loved me not brave enough or knowing how to love myself until the day I could I stood and ran you will not see me again
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
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Oh the things I let you do made a god of you giving and you take not awake to the ways I made me weak knelt willingly as you kissed me a parody of grace a sinner afraid ashamed of her crimes the worst of mine being first a thirst for freedom this independence quench it second imperfections unchecked boxes and missed directions submit for corrections third pleas for gentle words shut up that never works with women like you thus you loved me not brave enough or knowing how to love myself until the day I could I stood and ran you will not see me again
liz-humphrey
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
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