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Oct 2015
i wanted you to be the last thing on my mind,
and i wanted you to be the reason i close my eyes,
but i can't sleep and,
oh god, i wanted to be your high,
but everything i said went unheard,
and everything you saw,
with eyes straight blurred,
became my down fall.
-Eden
How some words can make me think towards you.
Day
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Day  21/Genderqueer/St Louis
(21/Genderqueer/St Louis)   
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