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I can't **** this pain, Not with a knive or pencil, Not with foul words or soft lips, Not with caring hands or a fist. It is the pain of a love Where once more Cupid missed.
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Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
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I can't **** this pain, Not with a knive or pencil, Not with foul words or soft lips, Not with caring hands or a fist. It is the pain of a love Where once more Cupid missed.
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19/M/Netherlands
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
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