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TRACK_performativeboy2

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  • May 2
  • 1 min read

I’m the reflective pond of all your sorrows

It turns you on when women don’t get treated right

Sad boy, weeping in your musicals

You could never quite save me when his marks would leave me maimed

IV of propofol, no one noticed

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