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telling me to grow up it feels constructive when you insert the potassium chloride into me gay as morbid men’s amusement spill into my bloodstream some children cry but sometime ago i let out so many tears that i died chloride can only preserve what i’ve seen it’s all nothing there’s no more dreams where do i go at night i can’t tell you the last thing that child uttered his final breath didn’t matter boys don’t cry after all they **** their minds and **** what’s left
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 5:50 PM UTC
******* you
telling me to grow up it feels constructive when you insert the potassium chloride into me gay as morbid men’s amusement spill into my bloodstream some children cry but sometime ago i let out so many tears that i died chloride can only preserve what i’ve seen it’s all nothing there’s no more dreams where do i go at night i can’t tell you the last thing that child uttered his final breath didn’t matter boys don’t cry after all they **** their minds and **** what’s left
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27/M/New York
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 5:50 PM UTC
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