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Sep 2015
We sat I. The swing again, the swing that has had many a bottom placed upon it and chit chatted as we have before. This time I felt more like the swing. So close to a person yet completely unnoticed. I felt the metal grinding against metal indicating it was probably time for some wd-40. It's kind of how I feel about my life right now. I feel myself trying really hard to be happy and I feel myself getting there. But like ball bearings without grease I am starting to lose my luster and keeping myself moving is really just too much to ask.
Denxai Mcmillon
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Denxai Mcmillon  27/Non-binary/Frederick
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