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Jan 2015
Black holes are dark.
Cold. And endless.
They say once you fall in a black hole you don't come out.
Sitting where I am it's hard to go on
Almost like I am in that very dark endless cold hole.
Pain is gain they say.
But what if you don't feel pain anymore.
I live with dysphia.
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Taylor Bryn Tolboe
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Taylor Bryn Tolboe  Arizona
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