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betrayed
red & bloody repeat no shuffle
A neon bruise of a billboard around the reflection of the eye.
Forward facing.
Still I pretend not to see.
I pretend I don’t feel what it does to me.
the lies, my own words
Crochet a defensive
armor for your actions
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