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Nov 2019
rush hour interstate
and winding backroads
both have seen me sobbing
but neither has seen me
feel anything at all.
i cry because my body says i need to, but inside, i haven’t felt anything for a long time. distance.
Written by
alex  22/Non-binary
(22/Non-binary)   
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