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your world is so similar yet
unfamiliar to mine
your kisses melt me like butter
your sends me trembling
your words cut life a knife
i do not care for indiscretion
or hypocritical lies
but you percieve me as
someone im not
someone im not is useless
someone im not is happy
ignored, i am no one
but to you ill speak the truth
a 15 year old mochary
of suicidal defects
6 months away
from no longer being politically problematic
but you will not experience
the dark lustful happiness
i can bestow upon thee
unless you let me
take you in
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