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Category: Writing and Poetry
They hit the ground like bombs on Hiroshima one by one I fend them off but they keep attacking. Taking my blood with each stab into my skin...the pain is so unbearable at times its not worth the trouble of the savory ending and the smile on her face...... I need a can of bug spray.
5:14 PM
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