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Back ending floor of darkness where I don't wander Hour of rest in fetals form unashamed, why am I less? In motion I am beautiful, created unequal, I have retrieved the keys before! Saying yearning in numbers past my name already another loss of time swinging only as a dream.
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 10:05 PM UTC
I Can Get Out
Back ending floor of darkness where I don't wander Hour of rest in fetals form unashamed, why am I less? In motion I am beautiful, created unequal, I have retrieved the keys before! Saying yearning in numbers past my name already another loss of time swinging only as a dream.
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44/M/california
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 10:05 PM UTC
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