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I wear "My battle" scars on my sleeves and lead my life with transparency.
Of your shit I was bound to tire My heart A victim, of a murder for hire You I should despise But loving will be my demise. Since you ref...
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Had two. Had him. Had you. Had comfort when hurt. Had cleanliness when pushed into dirt. Had two. When fighting with him had you. Go...
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I am immune. I’m immune to the cold air heavily breathing on my flesh. Immunisation has infected me with a virus and this virus is stabbing...
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They tell you it's alright. So why does it stay over night? It's okay. But, it won't go away. It's not too bad. Okay,...
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