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Apr 2015
All this time on my hands. Can't give what the truth demands; your fingers fell through mine like grains of sand, my heart breaks when you command. Ashamed to say it but you're still in my dreams every night, it's the same today as it was when I scream "I'm alright". Never loud enough for anyone to hear, I've succumbed to the numbness, my dear.
I never got to sing you to sleep or give my soul fully to you to keep. These waters I tread are cruel and deep, I wish for a world where our ends meet. My angel, my queen, everything in between; I was faithful, I believed, you were the truest relief.
Aviendha Goodrich
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Aviendha Goodrich  21/Cisgender Female/Maryland
(21/Cisgender Female/Maryland)   
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