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Jan 2019
Pure, white light.
Nothing to surround you.
Floating in an abyss.

Breathe,
draw in, paint it out.
What do you see?

Swirling colors,
anything you can imagine.
They flow from your lungs.

Away, to an abysmal sky
of pure, white.
Black pinpricks.

Connect the stars.
They will guide
and set you free.
Casey
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Casey  21/Trans Male/Wisconsin
(21/Trans Male/Wisconsin)   
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