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Sometimes I wish one of us would die Just to end this mess To let my hair grow out To become someone else Again
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Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 1:54 PM UTC
Summertime
Sometimes I wish one of us would die Just to end this mess To let my hair grow out To become someone else Again
Well. Things are. Happening. I guess.
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Non-binary/Haven, ME
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 1:54 PM UTC
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