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#unstrung
I ran from you as fast as I could Bitter wormwood on my tongue Like a violin unstrung What is my purpose Was it on purpose? To think that we could stay the same My burning cheeks, my hidden shame I still am wordless
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 1:04 AM UTC
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