Endeavor
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Wed, Dec 7, 2022
It happened in the cold night,
when I was most vulnerable,
you acted like I was a
prized possession,
or like,
that you possibly,
loved me.
But only if I knew
your true intentions,
who you really were.
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