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Aug 11
Such a shame
The bully came in
and basically begged me to beat
Her repeatedly..
Not only poking my ego
But
Weakening the way I see myself
Way to go!
Wait, how did she steal the
show from under us
Playing the master puppets
To cover the lack of self control
Hard to mold an identity  
When you born with no soul
Bowedbranches
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Bowedbranches  30/F/TN, Usa
(30/F/TN, Usa)   
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