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2021-01-23, unread

021-01-23, unread

he pretended to love me
— with first rate acting and a polished script

he really just wanted to fuck me
— leaving me to learn i was illiterate

so i bought some books and touched a few people, treating experiences like braille. my fingers are raw and my skin still bleeds.

thought
never go(o)d together. better by myself. best is yet to come.

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