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Ongoing, First published Oct 11, 2019
I shutter at the thought of myself, I give them my soul and yet they still throw me away. There I lay in my own puddle of gasoline, each string of my heart you own. Every time I let you back in you hand me a match, I strike them all and watch myself burn as you walk away with her.All Rights Reserved
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