my escape
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Ostatnia publikacja sob., maj 9, 2020
i hate myself
i hate mylife
death is my escape from sadness
i love paul for a year
but my loved is not enough to make him stay
no one's beside me though
i have my pillows witness from all my pain
witness of my tears everytime
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