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Nov 2015
Hollow
The glass between my fingers
The smoke that
Follows
Fills my lungs
Gives my pain replacement
Feel
Myself until I'm numb and aching
I need this nothingness
Real
Emptiness is so confusing
Your eyes can only dream
Your lungs can only
Scream,
Give me my anything
Give me my nothing
I'll change my prayer
My heart's still thumping
My lung's still pumping
Give me nothing
Gotta make me something
I felt dead this Halloween. At least it matched up with the theme! Lol

Absolutely no idea what this means either
Chalsey Wilder
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Chalsey Wilder  22/Two-Spirit/Space
(22/Two-Spirit/Space)   
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   GaryFairy, --- and Misty Meadows
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