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Feb 2020
With my chin upon my hand
And my countenance bearing
An unintentional scowl of boredom,
I realize that my hand is beating
Just as my heart would.

I feel the pulsations
As my blood continues
With its rhythmical circulations.
I’m bored so I guess I’ll play Minecraft. A bunch of new updates have come since like 2015 so I kinda wanna check it out.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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